Hymn to Shiva |
2015-10-10
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)
This document was translated from LATEX by HEVEA.