An absoluteness shorn by wind.
Yellow sea, isles of yellow rocks;
Free of contradictions.
No walls, portals nor windows,
...
Flag blowing freely within your arms,
As free as a sloop upon the sea.
Naked within your sheets,
With only your love to clothe me.
...
Their musher lost
On a frozen terrain
Five dogs crossed
Their reins on his pain
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Sister Dharma blessed
On paths that ever wind
Not every hill is Everest
A scene from Durga’s shrine.
...
For the rust dusted stones
And burnished steel track
That takes me home
And takes me back
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Waiting, quietly, for myself to come in:
A stormy fool dancing inside a bin,
Neglected hope, a broken urn,
I whisper in my ear
...
When I was hungry, you gave me your bread.
When I was lonely, your bed.
Your breasts were my coronet
And kisses crowned my head
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