A Bride to Wonder

tara sadhana odessa bride to wonder © heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved.jpg
 

deep in the quiet…

tara’s hues dance in my field of consciousness,
as an endless parade of layered
awakening,
stirring
remembering…

deep in the marrow of my bones
she speaks so softly,
yet her words vibrate every cell,

like a tuning fork;
coaxing me back into my native dharmic frequency…

she stretches brilliant strings of stars across the cosmos,
illuminating the web of aliveness;

she sings through the birds, the bees, 
the gentle blue whale; lumbering through the watery depths,

she shows me the pervasive interconnectedness, 
the pulse that resides at the center of every single thing…

I am at once as expansive as the universe, 
as diminutive as a single molecule;

this is how she breathes me

in

and

out;

yellow finch at morning…

fleeting trepidation of things to come…

a waft of soft, warm air along my body in the afternoon…

the way she holds me so close in the dark places,
letting me know that this, too, is hers…

the sacred thread of love, loving, lovers woven through my life…

the intimacy of oneness...

a mother’s soft face, tired at end of day…

the peep frog’s serenade at dusk…

lending space to what is unsettled…

the sweetness of forgiveness…

the gentle glow of my candle on the altar, calling me closer home…

the balm of kind words; given and received… 

the scent of freshly cut grass…

a basket of regrets…

the glow of luna through the trees at night…

rigidity melting in the warmth of the heart…

the subtle lushness of the sheets caressing my skin at bedtime…

the freedom of the space inside not knowing…

oh, what exquisite richness is this gift of being alive:
all of it…

I am forever a bride to wonder…

jai tara ma

sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: odessa
deep in tara sadhana