Pleasure
more pleasure.
Surging
towards
an end
which does not exist.
And in the swirling
rise and fall,
should you ride
a crest
so high
it’s confused
for a climax,
Know there is no such pinnacle.
Only the starting point
of another wave…
rushing towards
more… pleasure.
This collection of brief whimsical love poems were written by Kamala Devi during a deep awakening in the summer of ’06. This was a special time before pregnancy when Lady Kundalini reached her crown chakra and blessed her with a fountain of inspiration.
Poetry spilling forth
…like melody after a symphonic repose…
Do I play the flute, or does the flute play me?
Can I be the servant to these sounds
which deliver me to supreme liberation?
Care-less
I sit before the absolute
and sense
she doesn’t give a shit
how I live or die.
God simply is.
Ultimate choice is up to me
And instead of activating an existential crisis,
I flood
with overwhelming compassion
for the atheist.
–Kamala Devi
Enlightenment Is
Today, I took eating contemplation at a local café down the street.
Some punk kid with spiked hair saw me sitting alone and smirked.
Instead of averting my eyes, as would’ve been my stock response,
I looked back and really saw…
This is the work:
Being open to see…
The temple that the mind interprets as a café,
the buddha that the ego thinks is a threat,
The penetrating glimpse of God that almost went unnoticed.
— Kamala Devi
Who is Typing
Words plucked from the river of collective consciousness and plopped down on
the page to dry, lest they float by, to be fished out by some downstream
poet, on some other clear day.
–Kamala Devi
suchness
there’s no desire in the dance
it’s moving, feeling, flowing into space
and suchness
there’s nothing to want
each pregnent moment rolls forward offering fullness
delivering breath after breath and with each
the birth of possibility, forgiveness, and direct experience
–Kamala Devi
Free Falling
There’s a place I know
Not far from here
where if you listen,
really listen
a little peice of earth cracks open
revealing heaven
and if you sit still enough
you just may slip through this crack,
falling upward into grace.
–Kamala Devi
The Naked Truth –by Kamala Devi
