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Pavan Guru:
Air, Breath, Wind -
Our Teacher, Nurturer

FELICIA KAUR JODHKA

 

 

 





I give birth to the wind.

She is conceived deep in my belly.

The pulsatile contractions of my diaphragm push her from my lungs and then slowly through the canal that is my wind pipe.

She passes through my vocal cords and reverberates and oscillates into a multitude of chords of her very own.

She is articulated between the flesh of my cheek and my tongue.

I enunciate her through my lips which separate with a pliable ease.

She glistens like a newborn babe as she arises from a pool of my fluids that once surrounded her.

I am a Mother, over and over, to the wind — my voice.

But, when Your Word impregnates my breath, my Guru is born.

When Your Word impregnates my breath, my voice pays its final homage, bows in obeisance, and perishes.

When Your Word impregnates my breath, centuries of truths that have been suffocated and encaged in ink and paper are resuscitated and set free to dance and frolic in the wind and to beat gently on the drums of ears.

When Your Word impregnates my breath,

My Pavan Guru is born.


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May 7, 2018
 

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Air, Breath, Wind -
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