January 4, 2008 at 3:17pm (Poetry)

There are dragons
at the bottom of the river,
and the blood of demons
in the sky.
And to our left and right
the virgins fly
through that open window
that opens to the sky.
And in the blink of Shiva’s eye,
a dark mountain
rises to an even darker sky.
           (and pierces Shiva’s eye)
Make no mistake:
the secret is the eye:
the eye that sees
and does not see;
the eye looking at the eye
looking back at me
right before we die,
when there is neither you nor I
but only a far-off speck
in a far-off corner
of Shiva’s far-off eye.
Om shanti, shanti, shanti Om.

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