
They seep thru’ our Skin,
these days and night of chant and
smeared with sandal-song
smeared with smoked ghee offerings
sacrifice and vow, hushed secret prayers
or bathed in naked sunlight,
our many sacred or
other things,
emptied bowls- poured out
rinsed sheets and spun mat
worn out armlets, like words
vows. breaking- free or
broken, or
sealed,
sinking in
sinking in the river
immersed in a billion footprints
around temples of stone
or flesh and blood and bone
all these, and more perhaps
mirror our soul
they mirror our Soul
what we crave,
where we are, or cease
or where we rise again,
they mirror
all

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Beautiful !!!