These
faces
that
of child, man and woman,
carrying
karmic signature
devotional
intent
talisman
of learned history
and
unconscious genetic strain
of
event, personality and metaphor,
are
they the same mix,
more
or less,
of
those who came before
and
will they come again
and
again
until
final erasure?
These
footsteps
silenced
by chant and babble
are
they different in texture
sansaric print
weight
of veneration
in
blend of tenderness
and
callosity,
as
those of the first flower-giver?
And
the flowers,
were
they similarly fragranced
century
to century
through
blood and marriage,
rupture
and benevolence?
Did
the flame enlighten then
in
eruption, flicker and death
as
it does or does not now?
There
is time and time
heart,
sinew and thought
the
play of the kleshas
resolve
and resignation
a
sil-suwanda connecting millennia
like
pirith and thread,
break
and continuity;
unities
defying description,
as
it was
and
will be.
[from the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]
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