Tara’s Hues
tara’s hues dance in my field of consciousness,
as an endless parade of layered
awakening,
stirring
remembering…
deep in the refuge of my bones
she speaks so softly,
yet her words excite every cell,
like a tuning fork;
coaxing me back into my native frequency…
she stretches brilliant strands of stars across the cosmos,
illuminating the web of aliveness;
she sings through the birds, the bees,
the gentle blue whale; navigating 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…
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…
sacred thread
of love, loving, lovers
woven through my life…
intimacy of oneness...
a mother’s weary face, tired at end of day…
peep frog’s serenade at dusk…
lending space to what is unsettled…
sweetness of forgiveness…
gentle glow of my candle on the altar,
calling me closer home…
balm of kind words;
given and received…
a basket of regrets…
moonglow
on a cold, winter night…
rigidity melting
in the warmth of the heart…
the subtle lushness
of the sheets caressing
my skin at bedtime…
the freedom that sits inside
the space of authenticity…
for this endless stream
of exquisite gifts,
I am forever an apprentice
to the medicine of wonder…
sacred thread words & image © Heather Rhodes
model: odessa
deep in tara sadhana