I don’t think you could know the meaning of beauty and grace until you saw her.
She was the definition of it.
My Grace.
In One place… Just Her.
She filled us all with her loveliness.
The birds sang for her, the crickets chirped for her, the animals came near her telling her their tales of the day, just so she’d listen and give them her attentive smile and an is that so?
She could fly too… Higher than any of us… She was like a bird in the sky… Gale
I called her sometimes.
She was the Mother of the Universe.
In human form – although a different kind of human she was back then with wings and her feet streamlined to swim in the seas.
I want to tell you about the day I met her… Shanti.
She had been hunting in the woods of the cliff heights, and was following her prey down the cliff side in a remote place in the forest where not many of us ever went.
Far too dangerous, we’d say.
But there she was… anyway.
I happened to be a dare devil myself, so I was chasing after the same thing. Some rare breed of game up there only on the cliff side for Me.
I was racing through myself…. when I saw her…. silently creeping down the cliff face… carefully… her wings folded in wards because there wasn’t much room. So concentrated she was I couldn’t help but stare at her… in wonder… what rare creature had I found?
And as she was closing in on her prey – her foot slid as the boulders rolled away, rocks tumbling downwards and she began to fall, her wing caught in the ridges above – her just hanging there for her life.
Can’t fly – can’t pull herself up.
And I snapped into action and went over carefully – so as not to startle her into falling – with her wings damaged the way they were in that pull.
I gently lowered my eyes along with my arm – and looked at her.
Right in her beautiful – yet frightened eyes.
I got you.
I said.
And her face relaxed a little.
Recognition at last.
I took her arm and pulled her with all my might and we collapsed together on top of the cliff side away from harm.
Even in the midst of that tangle she held her poise – a Queen She always was, and pulled herself up, away from me with only the trace of a slight blush on her face.
Ah, so she likes Me.
Was all I could think, despite our brush with death.
It’s all that really mattered to me.
Maybe I have a chance with this pretty thing.
More beautiful than I could even imagine looking at her in full as she pretended to adjust her wings and fix herself.
Shy too.
I always liked that about her.
Confident, yet shy. The oxymoron that described her, I heard it used recently too.
In there somewhere – shining through.
I flew her home myself to take care of her as she winced in pain, with all her show of gallantry.
Treated her like the Princess She was and didn’t step on her hurt pride either.
Just a kind stranger helping.
Over time, and many cups of herbal teas, she began to loosen and warm up to me.
Queen of the Skies this one.
And who was I?
Just… her mate.
At last, She found Me.
One night, as I gave her the balms for her wings, massaging them – and her, in her healing, she held my arm as I got up to go.
And She just looked at Me.
I still remember it now.
Makes me smile till this day.
Her face… probably never done that before. But there she always was – so brave. And held my arm, looking up at me.
Her face a mix of emotions, but her gaze… her eyes said it all.
There I saw Her…
my Shakti.
As her eyes pulled me inwards, there was simply no stopping what was to come afterwards.
We were inseparable.
Absolutely inseparable.
Maybe because we’d always been – and now we finally found one another.
I remember her hovering over the seas… the crown in her hair as the dolphins and whales leaped and all the small creatures around her.
Drawing the royalty of the seas, the ones who can feel the presence of the Royal bloodline from miles away – gravitating toward her to let them all know
She,
was the Queen.
My Queen – She’ll always Be.
Separated.
When She took a fall.
Raise her I must once more.
Because I remember the smile of Sunshine and rainbows that beamed from her face.
My Eve
before the fall.
And I cannot rest until I see it once more.
And let all of creation
Sing her praise once more,
Jai Durga
Maa.
– ♾️
