I Would Not Even Care To Be An Emperor
Mother of the Universe,
I have no desire to exercise power.
I would not even care to be an emperor.
Sweet Mother, please grant me
two simple meals each day
and wealth enough to thatch the palm roof
of my clean earthen house,
where I offer dreaming and waking
as red flowers at your feet.
My green village dwelling is the abode
of your golden radiance, O Goddess.
What need have I of more elaborate construction?
If you surround me with the complex architecture
of stature and possession,
I will refuse to call you Mother ever again.
Oh Kali, give me just enough to serve lovingly
whatever guests may visit me.
Plain metal plates and cups will do.
Daily existence in the heart of my extended family
is the worship beyond worship
that perceives Mother Reality
as every being, every situation, every breath.
I will never leave this natural way of life
to become a stern ascetic
or a teacher honored by the world.
There is only one longing this poet’s soul
declares over and over:
“Mother! Mother! Mother!
May every moment of my existence
merge completely with your essence.”
Quaerite Et Invenietis “Seek and you will find”
“There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed”
May God bless and protect you and…
May you always be
Safe and Comfortable
Seth Kelly Curtis