It feels like pooled velvet
the grains so fine,
they seem to disappear as I grasp them.

They defy their mass
This, your Mass
my Sacred Rite

Kali of the cremation grounds, whose ashes heralded Her coming
Your blessing of a sharp blade and fierce love

Is this your boon received?

The color of it surprises me
For a moment
it is only the sand of a beach
and then a chip of bone sifts to the surface
Maybe, it is only a shell.

The wind shifts, a wave splashes
Ash kisses my face.

Sure as had been Her blade,
the moment strikes upon me
an initiation greater than any.

Love and grief and soul align
dissolving into one,
as ash dissolves into the sea.


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