my Lord,
melt me on the betelnut leaf
show me that i am rough on the surface
but soft all the way through
my delusions of mass
my convictions of being,
my frights of flow
in the melding of haldi
and sanctified water,
apaḥ sips my contractions
pours of holy water,
my fissures dissolve into You
fingertips adorned in yellow hue
and moist eyes of velvet,
i throw my head back and gasp
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒
photos: the ecstatic Caturāvṛtti Tarpaṇam, completed in forty-one days.
amaryllis 