Not a God
from The Mother Poems by Shambhavi Sarasvati at Kindred 108. We're all kindred here.
Not being a God is a problem only for those who feel small. Enjoying yourself as you are reflects the divine state. The face of immodesty sneers when others fall short of some invented ideal. Convinced you are failing, you sting with the poison of outrageous demands. Do you want to become a God or bring the Gods down? Both. You carry on with your fantasy, skepticism, and contempt. This is the harm peculiar to our age. I sit on the ground with the learners, the apprentices not the Masters, we who fall easily on knees of curiosity, tenderness, and prayer. Call us by any name. Doubt our sincerity. Cut us down to measurable size. Beat us with the sticks of your outrage and grief. We are the friends of the Friend. Our lineages cross time and place. We give to anyone kind enough to let us in, anyone at all until the cycles turn until more beings kneel beside us to receive this infinite outpouring of natural gifts.
from The Mother Poems by Shambhavi Sarasvati