She’s Playing in my heart
She’s playing in my heart.
Whatever I think, I think Her name.
I close my eyes and She’s in there
Garlanded with human heads.
Common sense, know-how-gone,
So they say I’m crazy. Let them.
All I ask, my crazy Mother,
Is that You stay put.
Ramprasad cries out: Mother, don’t
Reject this lotus heart You live in
Don’t despise this human offering
At Your feet.
From: Grace and Mercy in her Wild Hair
Selected Poems to the Mother Goddess
Translated by Leonard Nathan and Clinton Seely