In the House of the Goddess

In the House of the Goddess, deep stillness, no sound
in the quiet of Her own rooms, that Stillness is found
and the sense of Divineness is felt all around

As i sit and i wonder how it could be
that i should be granted
this boon just for me
i realize again that Compassion is She

In the House of the Goddess there’s many a treat
of fine lace and gold paint and figurines sweet
of woodwork and satin, silk carpets at feet

Yet the finest most subtle things to explore
are the Vibrations that everywhere seek to adore
the Queen and the Goddess who’ll reign evermore

In the House of the Goddess that Silence remains
and nothing is changed much with poet’s refrains
except that in this heart there’s feeling not pains

This world in delusion it comes and it goes
the force of Creation in both ways it throws
yet always in splendour is She when one knows

In the House of the Goddess, deep stillness, no sound
in the quiet of Her own rooms, that stillness is found
and the sense of Divineness is felt all around