A Cosmic Map

The trodden lanes of life are myriad and found
at every intersection of the world of man.
but that trickster Gaia, hid a cosmic map
in my flowy jacket pocket when I was looking the other way
crossing a busy street like a good girl as taught by so many

This cosmic map is endless and has no beginning either.
It just has the ever-expanding, deepening, mesmerizing now.
This map so poignant, potent and pregnant with possibility,
has a downward arrow marked over my head in red permanent marker with a speech bubble that says - ’You are here. How now are you my dear?'

Now I am lost in dark avenues, growing deeper and darker by day
Also, I am found now in lanes of light that
make the skin of earth and me translucent,
turning the world of man opaque.

The adventures with this cosmic map
make me shed identities like dead skin cells
chasing desire like a slut, love like an addict
such a thrill, such a pain. a contradiction
like life itself bringing with it the certainty of death.

Reflections, Warrior Goddessing, Ego Death, Personal RegenerationKâli SapienPoetry, GaiaComment