Light Builds Temples on the Sea with Mere Words


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In my animal belly, into the belly of time
I swear prophecies, and make melodies out of
Melancholy, I avenge God and poor fathers
With armed lyrics, assault on secrets
With fingernails, frantic for a Divinity
Lost in language, in sanskrit manuscripts
In Mandarin idioms, I hunt for these idols

Behind words, in between nouns
In the devotional songs of women unremembered
I beg the many beings that meet in a word
The worlds that cover narratives
The brink of nothing that the writer must uncover
In my biological neurons, into the future where history

Is lost forever, at that point of extinction
I am gifted the existential proper nouns
The streaking supermind verbs that fulfill
The eruption of white music, this spring-water
Hymns among the ruins, sentences to represent
The suffering of sentience, these momentary truths

Mimicked forever by broken statues gnawed by light
And beings, partial and hungry-eyed
I stretch my senses to hundreds of millions of living planets
I hear their call, heavy with the minutes of
Politics, mating, wealth-accumulation and self-discovery
Eternity’s brimming cup of art, sex, sun-shivering love.

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MARGINS OF UNITY


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Unity, that is the success I seek
That I may rise from the dust
With cheek sun-burnt and with a smile
For a better new world

Yearning for Paradise
With Bhakti, more than mastery
Unity, of heart and mind
Of people and divine

My one song of blessed feet
All Saints, mystics, prophets
Died not in vain, all forgotten idols
This is the idol of Wuji’s worship

Unity, of East and West’s traditions
At the margin of streams, Sufi and Yogic
Cup-bearing linguistic poise
With Mandarin and English lips

Happy-starred with Sanskrit Rishi-omens
Unity, a mind inclined to song
For Radha’s need, to spend time with Krishna
For sweet tributes at thy feet
For God favors the soul’s good company.