Large, thick
Dark, brown, black.
The Sun and her entwine
above these heavy clouds
Bringing us rain
in heaping shrouds.
Sixty to seventy
is the rate of her pulse
Steady, non-changing
Her voice rumbles through
Earth’s precious soil;
Our giver of fruit.
She is the patience
we know as Love.
She is the force
We know as Strength.
Imagine her human -
Does she give some a fright?
Because she looks heavy
And darker than light?
Imagine her shapeless,
Obscured by the shameless.
We’d all die of thirst;
No rain to anoint us.
Sweet, luscious Kapha -
Let us love
The large vicinity
Where thickness means richness
And darkness marries light.
Eyes brown that you cast down
Remind us that there’s comfort
In the blackness
Of our mother’s womb —
The heavenly abode;
The abyss we all miss.
Heavy, rotund Kapha -
Be the very model
For the woman
Who lacks confidence
And the man whom exploits her
at the cost of fading pence
Grounded, solid Kapha -
Only by the quakes of Poseidon
Do you surrender —
Let us learn
How to tumble with grace
And move forcibly
Through the trees that birds
See as obstacles
And you
see as particles...
Now landed
On even ground
Where slow and steady wins the race.
Soundly, I’ll sit
And let my memory surprise me
Of what it means to be
in a weighted body
Of pure, endless Being.
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