Here is Kabir's idea: as the river gives itself into the ocean,
what is inside me moves inside you.
- Kabir, 'The Owl and the Moon' [trans. Robert Bly]
Lovers Dance
This earth is brutal to orphans -- why should you face any different?
No mother to love you, no father to guide you, it is no wonder you should be so lost.
Have you forgotten by now all you knew? Dragging the bottom of the silt and sand, do you turn up any pieces of the Holy in you?
Or have you turned so far away from yourself, searching for a place to be subsumed.
Come here, then, little prince, and let me wind myself around you. Angel, you are forgiven. I have already set your deceit aside. As the lamp burns down slowly, the oil never runs dry... The meaning of my name is time.
I am my Lord Shiva's, as he is mine.
But the eternal second -- its flightless birds, its sleeping rivers -- is ours.
THE END
24 April 2010