Supreme Wholeness

The Supreme feminine,
Asked me why,
I called her it.

I told her that she is,
A thing to me than,
She is a person.

A thing that is the idea of,
Or the phenomenon of,
Or the concept of.

Supreme Wholeness.

The Lady and The Demon

She Walked,
It Followed.

She Sat,
It Kneeled.

She Touched,
It Smiled.

She Loved,
It Felt.

The demon always follows the lady. It is almost her shadow. No. It’s much more than her shadow. It follows her in the dark and in broad daylight.

She is not bothered by it. She was never bothered by it.

Most of the time she doesn’t care about it. She simply ignores it. But always acknowledged it’s presence.

Her face was always bright and happy. But it’s, dull and sad.

As she sat, it curled at her feet as a pet cat or dog. Occasionally rose up, kneeled and knocked it’s forehead on her knees.

She never spoke to it and it never spoke. No one knows whether it can speak at all. May be she knows.

Once in a while, she touched it’s bald head with the tip of her fingers and gently moved them down over the back of it’s neck and over it’s spine until half way down it’s back.

This was the only occasion, at which it smiled. It knows that the whole world hates it. But it doesn’t care. As it knows that no matter who hates it, she simply loves it as a mother does.