Adi Shakti

Mantou dashing under
Crushing wave-bursts
Spray, splash, spill
Dash, dart, drill
Pour open skin
Shell-shock liquid glass
Center silk quiet
Gentle spectrum light
Sigh hints of You.
Bitten not dead.
Open not empty.
After the fall.
Before the known.
Found but lost.
You there, here,
and here, there.
Broken, tossed, dipped.
Returning, parting,
allowing, refusing.
Sea-slush and diadems
offering mantra
waves relentless.
Hari Har

Nothing but waves:


About Cynthia Pittmann

I am a writer, life-artist, friend to humans, animals and nature. I'm a published poet, and I post original photographs in the WordPress blog. I'm experimenting with a poetic form that is meant to be read (and seen) with music videos. In the Oasis Writing Link blog (blogger), I write about living in Puerto Rico, memoir vignettes, offer creative writing ideas, explore art and sometimes discuss books I'm reading. I have two ongoing non-fiction writing projects: I'm writing a memoir about my mothers who were murdered in a hate crime and an experiential book about learning and practicing creative writing. I am an openminded accepting person. I invite you to introduce yourself (and your areas of artistic interest to me) on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. ॐ
This entry was posted in Cynthia Pittmann, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Adi Shakti

  1. AJ Barlow says:

    Great poem, thanks for sharing!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s