Maya Poem


Maya

 A seeker’s path, A searcher’s world, Ancient land

Memories echo in jungle shadows.

 

When did I walk these paths?  I remember carrying flowers.

I hear Her voice again. My teacher, my Goddess, Ix Chel.

 

Sit on the Rocks, listen to the Sea,

Laughing, crying, linking time into its circle.

 

Sit on the sand, absorb the light, Dawn to Starlight.

 

There is no past, no future, only eternal now.

The Present of Love

 

In Love’s Presence

 I can feel freedom from the limitations I chose.

Without my limitations, I AM

In Love, In Now,

In Lakesh

Join me in this Joy.

                                

Mary Leonard, April 2003