Bhakti

Bhakti of unconditional love and devotion

direct transmission of lavender-scented honey

stars and serpents in the Tree of Life, pinecone in the brain

Taku Skanskan, Holy Breath, all that moves

I played more music for us and the lovemaking, hours at a time

than I have played for myself in the past nine years

forgiveness for self that the listening to music

can be so evocative of sorrow and unfulfilled longing

pulsating rhythms, medicine songs in Spanish

tender melodies, and everything in between