She is Every Ma . . .

Reflecting upon how beautifully gracefully She has shown Herself to me . . .
So many beautiful women who've conveyed to me transcendent love and beauty beyond (though certainly not excluding) romantic love. 

Playfully She has elicited my desire both base and for infinity and eternity. 

In her mudras and subtle spoken words, Her lovely form in dance and passion unfurled, Her body intertwined with mine at times, I sense Her through her, as She is always there in the beloved if let to be.

Her eyes telling of Love and hope forever, and through Her glimpses are glimpses granted me of possibility and promise. 

If mostly to date She's shown Herself as Durga, mostly "inaccessible" as Her name means, in fact She is always present and attentive to Her devotee, accepting of my admiration and duly admiring me when I might deserve. 

Sometimes it is through a lover, some amazing woman does show me of this Great Yoga,
Lovers yolked together through ages and eternity in so many poses and postures, faces and places and stations where We play our love play, She and I.