Monday, June 23, 2008
Mountain Fire (poem)
Mountain Fire
Now that I am
nothing to look at,
my inner body has become
strangely beautiful.
Shiva, Shiva,
Lord of the Rivers,
has stroked me
awake.
His kisses
are mountain fire,
radiance
of the moon.
Only the secret knowing
can tell you how.
Dorothy Walters
June 23, 2008
Now that I am
nothing to look at,
my inner body has become
strangely beautiful.
Shiva, Shiva,
Lord of the Rivers,
has stroked me
awake.
His kisses
are mountain fire,
radiance
of the moon.
Only the secret knowing
can tell you how.
Dorothy Walters
June 23, 2008
