devi bhava

i looked in the mirror and my irises are as big as the moon. a mother’s moon which hangs across the sky like a hug, like a heart. i smell of sandalwood and heartbeats. her words, which vibrate like a tuning fork, aligning parts of me that i didn’t know existed. friends and lovers and family. planets and gods and ghosts. caffeine and bread and kisses. all rise like the sun but never more than the moon. covering the corners of a world that has no corners but curves. like a mother. like a lover. there are whispers and songs that put us to sleep and things that may awaken us. but there is always a gentle reminder that we are held. by the ones who watch over us and fill our words with breath.

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