Bhakti

Bhakti of unconditional love and devotion direct transmission of lavender-scented honey stars and serpents in the Tree of Life, pinecone in the brain Taku Skanskan, Holy Breath, all that moves I played more music for us and the lovemaking, hours at a time than I have played for myself in the past nine years forgiveness for self that the listening to music can be so evocative of sorrow and unfulfilled longing pulsating rhythms, medicine songs in Spanish tender melodies, and everything in between