Meditations on the Ajna Chakra
Meditations on the Ajna Chakra 1 annunciation this bare room holds all my hope moon upon moon upon wheels of sun you’d think I’d be numb by now to time’s shrivel and swell why does each season crack open like godbirth? at least the walls hold still I want to feel nothing more remarkable than their rough skin under my palm eat bread drink water like any woman I am made to hold all paradox cold as hell we yet feel the baby kick inside and the day we first present it to the light we mourn the sure thing to come ah there I have not kept my thoughts blank into so thin a chink it slips trembling in the corner a messenger rehearses his awful news a moment please before I turn around S, Robbins, from Pilgrimage
Sherry Robbins 