I am the one in the mask,
in the dark.
My feet buried deep in the earth
my hands covered in the grit.
I am the one who has no fear
of the blood, sweat, tears
of this world
for I am painted with them all.
I take all your suffering in with each breath
and I transmute it back into the light
that it is.
I see only truth
so your lies,
mean nothing to me.
I am the one who penetrates
through your dreams of chaos
to show you what you will not see.
I am the one who ignites
the fire within you that burns
and guides you through the night.
That deep howl inside of you
that wants to sing your truth
is the language that I speak in.
And the vast silence of the infinite
is the space in which I hear.
TayaTaya Malakian is a poet, an artist, a yogini, a mother, and a minister/spiritual advisor. She strives to bring deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya →