Hymn to Shiva
(Wings Over Earth)

David Rush


Wings over earth:
much life passing from place to place, cells of knowledge, power, life, love, grief and hate

The earth loves this:
she gives them wings of titanium, aluminum and steel and blood from stones and the breath of us all

We all unknowing:
our hot breath meaning nothing but that we are alive in a sea of meaning, thought, motive, intentions, allegations and things left unsaid

Many-headed Shiva:
we are thee are we are free are passing from the ineffable to the impossible, motion in circles and spirals, a chiral drum-beat of time

Under a bright Sun

(written on an airplane somewhere over central Asia)

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