Monday, June 14, 2004
Waking Thoughts from the Inner Voice
A new language
coming in silhouettes
carved on the heart.
......................
Such beauty is attainable
only in the richness
of life itself.
.....................
O, Shiva,
you have torn my veils
and laid me here,
frozen, quivering,
wondering, What next?
What next?
coming in silhouettes
carved on the heart.
......................
Such beauty is attainable
only in the richness
of life itself.
.....................
O, Shiva,
you have torn my veils
and laid me here,
frozen, quivering,
wondering, What next?
What next?
