You need a spell, a prayer and a stone to cage a god.
"I am tired" chants your mouth with practised ease
Old books are too vibrant to contain the essence of these words
You picked it up from stray comments and strangers
Wearing the mask of life
They beat the sentence into your fabric.
"Change" you breathe with reverence
Beg like a fish on land begs for water,
Unconsciously, even in its half sleep
Temples shake in reverberance as if they hear
The sound of om that seeps into every crevice of the universe.
"My body" you whisper, in quiet surprise
When the waves of Time come for that piece of earth
They can pockmark to beauty
Yet can leave the dumb rock wondering
Whether winds of change have graced its skin and soul.
This prison was a long a time coming
This fall was yours for the taking
Goddess, in chains of your own making.