Sunday, August 23, 2020
The Mutant Sant Arrives Elsewhere
The Mutant Sant Arrives Elsewhere
I have burned my body to ash
and the smoke still rises
from that pyre.
I have drowned my being
in sacred water
many times over,
and each time I rose
for breath
I shouted Her Name.
I have walked through
groves and gardens
that spoke to me,
secrets I could never
recall.
Now I am a form made from
dust and light,
molded together as if I belonged,
moving through the world
imperceptible,
unseen,
waiting to see what will
become of me
as I wait for the next
alteration to arrive.
Dorothy Walters
August 20, 2020
Note: "sant" is the common spelling in India and the Far East for the word we in the West spell "saint."
Also note, lines should be single spaced, not double spaced, as the new blog default requires. There seems to be no way to correct this preference. Any suggestions?
