Sunday, September 25, 2005

Bharat jiva

I am but a child's waiting anticipation for your first light splendor to fill me

every morning, no matter where, no longer nowhere, in your majestic everywhere

every morning new egrets fly to lotus stretched heaven

every morning , rice paddies, sugarcane, and water for the day

every morning the bathing ganges, or badanpudi, at the crossing

every morning there is work, there is always every morning, dogs waking children, children waking dogs, work to be done, always will be and always has been.

never stopped, never ceasing, every morning beyond the tongue

every morning crushed by invading hordes, and your own mass, and yet you wake me again and again.


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