My heart rises like the sun

And bursts into trillions of bright stars,

Firecrackers exploding continuously,

Skyrocketing to the moon

Of another planet

My heart is a tiny seed chanting,

Let me grow strong roots like you,

Let me blossom into a mighty garden like you,

Let me spread sweet fragrance like you

If my heart were an icy glacier

It would melt quickly,

As if left in the Sahara Desert

On its hottest day

If my heart were a flat rock

It would skip and leap on water

Reaching across to the far bank

Of the Amazon River

My heart worships you

As a flower worships the sun

Mesmerized by his beauty,

Or the way music worships the ears

Saying - hear me,

Or the way the tide worships the beach saying -

Let me merge with you,

Each wave spilling itself entirely as a misfit

Meant to walk on land

 My heart laughs

In endless mirth

As if engorged on comedy -

Giggling in bliss as if there were something insanely funny

About nirvana itself

My heart cries infinite tears -

All glistening back in a river of love

Ready to wash your lotus feet

My heart dancing as Lord Shiva

A thousand different ancient dances of birth and death,

Dancing like the tides around the earth

Reaching up to touch the moon,

Or the wind dancing through a cave

Howling, wailing, to be heard

My heart aches to be a precious Campaka flower,

For the one who is especially fond,

If my heart would become such a flower

I would garland all the blooms

And adorn your beautiful neck,

My exquisite fragrance would linger just for you

Or if my heart were to become a precious Kadamba flower

My petals would fall at your lotus feet

And prostrate again and again and again….

My heart falls so completely

Like a ship sinking into the mysterious abyss of the ocean,

Deeper still, where no light can penetrate

And even silence has incompressible silence 

My heart offers itself like hands

Palms up and held together saying

I give this to you, I entrust it to you completely

My heart is a Bar-headed Goose

Soaring over the incomparable Himalayans

With majestic wings spread wide,

Carefree and in wonderment

My heart bends like a tree cut in the solid wind

Crashing down in prostration at your holy feet

Branches pointed above my head,

Roots pointed below my feet – in utter gratitude

……………when looking at you…………….

613 Om kavyalapa-vinodinyai namah……… I bow down to Devi who delights in hearing poetry.