holy sixth day

[desmond dillon]

    

holy sixth day 

in the woods they worship the trees then 

then my heart beats hard 

at how far i was going into the woods 

a snake appeared in front of me

and i fell down

i started writhing and rolling 

this way and that way 

my dress fell off 

my hair burned along my back 

thorns scratched me everywhere 

suddenly 'who am i, who was i'

how i love those celebrations.

 by Govindasvami       (trans by Mervin and Mason)

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[desmond dillon]

 i think i posted this once before but i couldn't resist posting it again.