Naga Panchami!
Or Naga Life-ami!
Nagas, Shaktis, Cosmic Coilings... To you a deep debt I owe... They were life savers twice... and have helped many of those who have come to us... of course the greater debt is too immense to even speak of, for you are the weave of existence, the spiral commands of God, the siren songs of the one that some have called Maya, but deeper still is a truth most dare not speak of... what if you are the not the hand maidens of God? But the Mother of The First? On the Week of NAGA PANCHAMI my brush dares to pay respect to you... my lips dare utter words of your praise...
Fool that I should catch your blazing eye... but then I am already on the assembly line of death... Perhaps by staring back at you I shall earn your respect... Your fierceness burns in my veins... your coils surround me... Swallow Me, Devour Me, Let your Flame Absorb Me... Then in Your Every Cell Am I... Then Beneath Existence Am I... I Am Already There...
Do Not Pray to Ma Shakti, Naga Amma
Do not pray to her,
Fools, do not wake him,
Idiot, do not prance before her,
Moron run far from here with your bowl of milk
and mucky saucer of a heart.For right now she rests…
Right now he slumbers…Do you not know her coils are around you?
Do you not know she sleeps beneath your feet?A friend in a party used to bring her pet python to office parties. At one it began to strangle a fool exec who decided to smoke with the python round his neck, startled it squeezed. It took 6 of us to yank it off him. He barely he survived.
The 3rd hierarchy of Nagas from the Vastest cannot fit in a universe.
Imagine it squeezing you… crushing bone… crushing arrogance…I have no choice… I have to approach her…
For great gifts have I taken from her…
Great boons has she granted even though I arrived not as worshipper, but
like a desperate fool about to take a loan from a mafia don…
She tasted the fear, hope, terror, arrogance and yet said Yes…
Why?Nobody knows why?
Maybe even she doesn’t know why?You Naga Amma, at my prayer, raised the dying, cradled the wounded.
You Naga Amma swept across a city… to help a lone woman… surrounded by drunks…
At my prayer, you Naga Amma chased demons like you were a wind
and they… but leaves.Maybe you are kind to fools,
for are you not also big sister, great mother?There are those who write about you as if they know everything there is to know…
They will reveal how to carve you on stone,
They will give you directions to your temple,
They will show you drawings of a snake coiled at the root chakra.
The subtler will say you are the spiral commands of God,
the siren songs of the one that some have called Maya,
but deeper still is a truth those with words dare not speak of...
What if you are the not the hand maidens of God?
But the Mother of The First?I have seen her as Golden Cobra. Felt her as flame in my body…
I have seen her as storm swirling where the ceiling of the sky has been removed…
I have seen her in depth of night… cradle of wounded dog…
I have seen her as endless ripple with Gods as your bubbles…
I have seen her beneath my body as arm,
as earth on my grave falling…Ma Shakti, Naga Amma, Dragon Queen, Weaver of all… you are the spiral in the leaf, the dance of galaxy, the fingerprint of God, the mattress of his sleep…
Today my brush dares to pay respect to you...
my lips dare utter words of your praise...I have seen her Nag Amma…
And that is bad enough…
For that means beneath my feet is not unfeeling stone, but slumbering life…
But there is something worse… infinitely worse…
For you Ma Shakti have seen me…
Your eye fiercer than a thousand suns beholds me,
Your fingers greater than the galaxy... holds me like a curious child peering at a beetle….Like a fool I rejoiced when flame sprang in my spine,
Did I not know what it meant?
Did I not know that once he lord of the first flame accepts you
as wick in lantern what it means?
Wood twig flung into the sacrificial flame… will not just bask in a smile.
Today when I burn, I thank God, I have lips to scream…
One day when I burn I shall have no lips,
I will scream only with no throat, no lungs, no voice,
I will have to scream so loud that even without a voice I shall be heard…
Only when I scream so loud the silence hears will I be free from bone,
will the great one say… I hear you… you exist.
Till then I am but shadow…
Some will say the scream is scream,
some say the scream is joy crying out from the bedroom on a monsoon night…One day I will not have bones for spine,
One day I will have flame for spine
One day I will have flame for spine that will seek bone
like the forest fire seeks the heart of the forest…
One day my flame will not cast the shadow of man on the screen of time…
One day my flame will take all in the theatre of time…Run, fool, run,
if she has not seen you… run…
There is no hope for me, for about me her jaws are spread,
In her throat I am held and squeezed,
In my veins a raging fierceness blazes,
Instead of struggling I cry out like a fool,
“Swallow Me, Devour Me, Let your Flame Absorb Me...
I am no longer man… I am a shapeless thing in the gut of light…
In Her Every Cell Am I... Who has no cells… no flesh…
Beneath Existence Am I... On me the whole of creation crushes down…
But for one millisecond the whole of creation feels not like a ton of bricks but
Whisper of feather…
I Am Already There...
I am incense snaking up to a heaven still wrenching
between your hips…No please do not wake her…
But you will not listen…
Why would you listen to a fool,
to a twig burning?By Tarun & Celia Cherian
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