… I am, to form

A soul I am, empty and
Motionless until I receive
My bride from where
it has been lain asleep
for ages, a spirit form
which becomes one with
me, a living soul to form;

a joint I am, soft and
immobile until I receive in
my house a distinguished
guest who will abide
with me, hard and mobile
a bone of my skeleton to form;

a thought form I am,
and driven by the will,
a vehicle which runs faster
than the deer in chase of the
intents of the heart,
like flesh it takes a garb
to materialize into a concrete form;

a woman I am , into this world
I came to search for him
whom I have longed for
even before I was
born, the route to his
home lies within me, to
master the world he had formed.