In my secret corner of creature comforts
and uncontained imagination
I hide with the artlessness of a toddler
during frenzied childhood games of hide and seek
My teapot and I are quite content
to watch the afternoon
passing of its own accord,
As familiar footsteps traverse sun soaked floorboards
Each well-trodden fiber
infused with the reverberations
of our patchwork family.
A micellany menage,
expanding and contracting
with the rhythms of Her seasons.
She breathes through us, you know.
Time stands still as I explore the lands
of a woman blooming in the safety
Of an unconditional acceptance never known to her before
Oh Radha, what is this home you have brought me to?
I had spent my life sleepwalking
‘til you woke me to this sweetest of dreams.
To you who has given me this warm and glowing nest
I will forever be
In ardent Devotion.