THE WOMEN WAKES UP

A simile of dusk
Uncovers the dew on the hills and
Presents itself to the woman’s eyes
Orange and blue specks are strewn across the mundane skies
As thrushes chirp at a distance
And temple bells dampen the sorrow-drums
The air is full with fragrant naïveté
Of yet-to-bloom jasmines

While the world sleeps in tranquil sobs
She rises to watch the golden ball
Climb the mountains and clouds
Trying to get a hold on the emptiness
That lies beyond it all
The yellow orb serves to reinstate
The faith in her dormant compassion
The faith that nothing stays forever in the dark
The faith that new beginnings have a tinsel arch

As she slips on bangles of responsibility
That nervously clank against one another
And give way to her ever-unheard full-throated voice
Her anxious desire to be seen and heard
Covers all the sand dunes in one embrace
And pine trees atop the hill reverberate
In storms of a cheerful rage

Turbulence amplifies as she
Absorbs and reflects
Assimilates and forgets
Imagines and creates
Summoning her sacred energies
And manifesting lofty towers of sunlight
Worlds and words of beauty and serendipity
Emerge and crumble to dust again
She imagines as she moves
She creates as she imagines
She loves as she creates
She illuminates as she loves

They have always found a twinkling tear
Lining the bottom of her left eye
Which has left an indelible footprint on the psyche of the Moon
Gazing noiselessly from a distance
Hardened over time
She has used the salinity of water to restore leaves
Of the tree of Life

From ignorance to bondage
She has borne it all
On her delicate strong shoulders
She has allowed streams of teardrops
To carry her to another realm of rationality
Forbearance is demanding
Forgiveness is demeaning

Colouring within the lines
She reveals the beauty of infinitude
The spaces between words of discord and non-compliance
Fill up with the colour of nothingness
Iridescent prisms of raindrops mingle
With teardrops of serendipity
That had once begrudgingly fallen from experienced irises

Joy explodes into a billion balls of love
Dewdrops moisten the grass she has walked on all her life
Freedom heaves a sigh of relief
Her feet give out
But a pair of wings emerges
Birds of hope rush to paint the firmament
Crystals of love spill in all directions

Illustrating fresh beliefs
Writing new stories
Creating and manifesting
Absorbing and reflecting
Evolving and evaporating
Dissolving and embracing
Refraining and collecting
Falling and rising
Pausing and moving
Untouched and unaltered
With effortless care
The woman wakes up