Poetry

Taya Field 21

My Offering

When I place my offering,
filled with flowers and candlelight,
calmly upon the waters
the waters remain still and pacified.
Letting my offering drift far beyond the horizon
to the other Shore.

 When I place my offering
hastily upon the waters
the waters become choppy and chaotic.
The waves dousing the candle of my prayer
and scattering the petals of my devotion.

My offering is me,
the water is me,
and the recipient is Me.
Whatever offerings,
blessings or curses,
I cast out, come back
again and again
as if handing a bead from one hand
to the other.
Stringing it endlessly on the thread of this life
and weaving that thread
into the web of infinite lifetimes
until eventually all offerings
are that of peace.

-Taya

About the Author

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 →