The Nesting Bird

What came next could fill a whole ocean with sorrow
the seedling ejected, bled empty of tomorrow
the unwanted child I returned to him
but first I etched my name upon his heart and spine skin
she was replaced by a cobra in my womb space.

His love it came round again
in a chipmunk
and a nesting bird
and a fiery little girl, five years old.

The divine hummingbird it came so close
with the fragrance of my guru's rose
and the black cat caught the nesting bird
upon my car windshield
and the little girl, five years old
was stole in the night.

I told him to gather courage
the nesting bird lay lifeless
a gift to the fires of divine desire
it's burnt body rift
from it's head slain by flames
I placed death inside
the kriya master's womb hive
this life I abide
will not be in vain.

The nesting bird flew alive from the cocoon of the master's hive
he pressed upon her dragon's eye, he said, 'let me back inside'.
I sat up quick and straight
I closed shut the gate
he tried to lure open the door
to rooms like tombs
to capture her.
She barely escaped
her love was so great
that she would visit in her new shape.
When a sweet melodious whistle called her home.
She felt safety in the whistletone.
She was freed from the captor whom she yearned.

Not my seed, not my love, not my wine.
Not my seed, not my love, not my wine.
What I claim's divine,
choiceless choice is mine.
(CHORUS)