Divine Distraction

Invoking our relationship to Adi Da Samraj

My Lord has made a madwoman out of me, poem by Lynn Thompson

File0004_1My Lord has made a madwoman out of me

i cannot hold my Ps and Qs in line

the news tries to tell me to take it seriously

and all the earnest faces beckon out their plights

 

but the Lord has made a madwoman out of me

all the washing is left dripping on the line

and the bread and butter sandwiches

have to make themselves

 

Alas my Lord has made a madwoman out of me

He gave me all the rulebooks

then tore them from my hands to only read

them all afresh to me

 

File0006Our Lord has made a madwoman out of me

A craziness settles on these bones

all stacked here on the floor below His Feet

His beauty eats me alive as i gaze at Him

 

Great Lord has made a madwoman out of me

He flies me out through all the worlds

He pushes me against all experience

and thrashes every desire in His Bright White Light

 

The Lord has made a madwoman out of me

He rushes me through  golden streets

and dashes me against craggy rocks

as tenderiser all beat and pulped to Him

 

4175_92594194714_4611580_nDa Lord makes a madwoman out of me

He dances a million forms of crazy light

right here right now unbidden always

He strokes my stoic face to softened touch

 

Crazy Lord makes a madwoman out of me

His glinting eyes make murti glass all shards

His every move disciplines my every turn

before Him ecstatic He bends my trembling knees

1 Comment

  1. Ciaran Mercier

    May 24, 2016 at 8:56 am

    Well, Lynn, I had no idea! What a marvelous poem.
    Much love to you,
    from Ciaran

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