In the Hindu tradition Dhar is in its simplest form a liquid offering made to the Divine… My expression of my love, my poetry is my Dhar. For me, my poem offering below is my looking beyond my physical challenges. It looks deep within my heart, my soul and speaks to the smallness I feel at times, my insignificance, my struggle. Even more beautiful are the glimpses of my joy that I offer unreservedly to the light. I am I am my own soul I am not the scream of the eagle As he scrapes the sky Though I scream at heaven And hell too I am the not the gust of stifling wind That pushes hope to its knees And blows ash into the eyes of the dreamer I am not the lily Nor the rose There is no touch No taste No scent of beauty I am not the proud noble mountain I am the valley The desert The stone I am not the spirit of the song I am but one note Quavering Harsh And softly sweet I am the starless night sky ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry