You can read the haiku here …
The poem is about the journey our life experiences takes us on – we are the boat that is crossing the mighty ‘samsāric’ sea lifetime after lifetime. And in each lifetime when we are faced with a challenging life experience, it ‘seems’ to leave a gaping hole (wound) in its structure (identity), a hole we fear we can never crawl out of.
When the wounding is so deep that nothing seems to work, we pray for mercy and look to the heavens for help.
In a strange twist, while mercy rains from the heavens, grace comes from down below (from within), when we take the courageous step to look into the dark hole (or wounding) for answers. This is when we begin to notice that the hole is how the light from the tomb (inside the dark samsāric sea), gets in. The tomb is very much the Divine Mother – Kāli, who is beyond time, who shines the light ceaselessly, urging us to drop the load, i.e., drop yet another mask of false identity. Note: The skulls Kāli wears around her neck are indicative of all our false egos and identities that we have built to (mistakenly) establish who we are.
And as we become ‘lighter’ and ‘lighter’ gathering more ‘holy’ experiences, the boat sinks further and further, forcing us to shed our cloaks faster and faster. Then one day we trust the light to guide us directly to our tomb, and so we dive headlong to willingly sink & surrender into her womb…
Her tomb is where the last shreds of our false identities are laid to rest, wherein this final act of surrendering our structures (I-am-mind / I-am-body complex) finds us in the metaphorical womb of Her love. In other words we are back to our innocent childlike state of Being, just like when we emerged from the physical womb of our mother’s.
Pure and innocent, curious and free…
Pure and innocent, curious and free…
