There are many gods and powers, but Saraswati Devi is the only one I allow into my heart. I took a spark of her divine light to keep within myself, so that She will always know that She is welcome to reside there.
I am a fragment of the numinous, and within my heart is a seed of eternity. I tend this seed by devotion to My Lady, so that my love for Her shall cause it to awaken and blossom into a pure lotus of wisdom.
My Lady knows that I fall asleep most easily in the early morning, beneath the grey glow cast by a cloudy sky. I rest my head upon the pillow, beneath my bedroom window, and my mind soon wanders away.
Not long after, my heart takes flight through the glassy panes, without leaving so much as a trace of the silver wings that were granted by Her grace. It joins the dawn choir to sing with the birds She taught so well.
From the lake of crystal dreams
rise a thousand lotus flowers
and they unfurl their pristine petals
only for the light of
the flawless wisdom moon
which you wear upon your brow
as the jewel within your crown.
My Lady wears a silver crown
It is a shining crescent sliver upon her brow.
Her feet rest upon the backs of the ocean’s swan-white waves
While with her hands she plays the strings inside my heart
To bring forth this fevered song.
You ride upon a crystal swan
And clear away the storms within my mind
With a touch of your silver wings
You stir the stagnant waters of my heart
I pay homage to you, Saraswati Devi
You whose face is seen in every careful work of art
You whose home is kept in the space between my breaths
You whose voice is found in between the beating of my heart
I pay homage to you, Saraswati Devi!