Hoshima On The Shore Poem by Julian Takali

Shape I may take, converse I may
But neither God nor Bhudda I am
Rather I wound, maybe stream red
Let myself wither or hear my breath
A story of life I am at heart
From mothers groans till papa departs
Take shape I will at a point in time
But never shall my atman be divineShape I may take, converse I may
But neither God nor Bhudda I am
Rather I wound, maybe stream red
Let myself wither or hear my breath
A story of life I am at heart
From mothers groans till papa departs
Take shape I will at a point in time
But never shall my atman be divine