Poetry

Rock

Statue

Statue

This pain that you are feeling,
it is the cutting edge of the chisel.
Creator, hammer in hand,
is completing you
with each blow,
A tap to give definition,
A strike to uncover the
pure stone of your being.

The elements are weathering you
with their primal gifts.
The heat of fire,
The icy waves of water,
the blasting winds,
the heavy sands of earth
all polishing, all transforming you
within the nothingness of ether.

The angels and demons
take turns filing and polishing,
day and night,
meticulously scouring
everything that must be cleared away,
so that all that remains

is perfection.

-Taya
In the Book Sutra Of Stars- Available Here

About the Author

Taya MTaya Malakian is a poet, an artist, a yogini, a mother, and a minister/spiritual advisor. She strives to be a "Medicine Woman for the Modern World" bringing deep wisdom, ceremony and soulfulness into every aspect of daily life. She lives in Nevada City, Ca.View all posts by Taya M →