When I am laid upon that last bed of woodWhen I am ledto the cremation groundLet some soul remainso long as they chant Your namethat I may still hearthe sweet, sweet sound again
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Vermillion: a Priestess’ prayer to the Goddess
At a far distance, the cool night sets. A Purnima. The Goddess in red, out her idol steps...in the abandoned temple.
Homecoming
In the room of the soulshining a light,was the name of God.Guilt crouched in a cornerand looked up in shame... But found only loveWhere pain and grief sobbed as heartbeatsThe name soundeda song so sweet,they danced in respiteDeeper withinas embers seething, angerwas seen- and unwatered,bathed cool by the light...for there was only loveTo greed and… Continue reading Homecoming
A Child’s Dream
There was an ocean outside my houseYou could only see it in the morning from the little pane in the cassette room...when the mist and fog became oneLooking out then,I took a dip on a frosty mornas someone played a tuneI recognised years later as Clair de luneThe power was out...perhaps notBut there was light… Continue reading A Child’s Dream
Today, the sun
Today, the sun before sunset rested in its seat of warm redAs long, grey, delicate outlines shone the hills and mountains How stoic is this lone star,how resolute and unfailing showing up in his grandeur each day...I can't help admiring The sun does not say to the earth"Not today, for my spirit darkens"What love and… Continue reading Today, the sun
Lines written at sunset on the 5th of July
Today, at the red sunsetas the blue mountains mournedI, too, wept my losses The tears came to me quite suddenand ran even though I wiped themFlowing thicker and heavier each time as a final release from prison Alarming, even though they were quiet but not one without reason I tried to hold myself steady- I… Continue reading Lines written at sunset on the 5th of July
Bhasmā
We sit atop the mountainBreath, one with the icy Himalayan breezepuffing away the pipeSilence, beauty, warmthof each soul one with GodPraying for the salvation of these burning logsNamaḥ Pārvatī Patayé Har Har MahādevAs if Mahéshwarā Himself has come to chant...to dance the destruction dancewe all love
From sun to nothingness
And as the sky, in slow undress... steps down from sun to nothingness, she loosens her day from herself- a moving silhouette for incensed air...
Night-time poesy: Unlatched
No… pray until your heart opens, like a door He quietly unlatched at dawn where every chant, spelled to silence breaks at the throat, to become bird-song... and you let your soul step out
The Beginning
"In the beginning was the..."
Ishaisms 
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