The Song of the Moon-goddess

The song of the Moon-goddess

Once upon a time, I saw

A moon-goddess swinging all over the sea,

holding the sun in her hands.

The doomed goddess you may see

Going spiraling from one wave to another,

Singing back to the mariners their own songs.

But her own songs lie drowned deep in her heart,

until they lose their voice

and the ocean drowns them in deep apathy.

They float in her memory, but the light of the earth never shines on them.

The torment by her own song is her fate, not a choice,

And the deep gorge of the sea becomes her voice.

Perturbed by her own music, she transmits her song

To the artists and bards, the seers and wizards

And gives them her forgotten language of the myths.

It’s not a language; it’s the anguish which speaks

And forever vibrates in their art.

It haunts their world as it haunts their hearts.

The unrest that once haunted the goddess

Now haunts the art.

One does not know how it starts;

The unrest inside, is now captured by the art.

And the artist thanks that restlessness in his heart and cleanses his heart of vanity and pride.

The moon-goddess vanishes every moment a song or a work of art is born,

But her smile is the moon-shine without the moon;

It’s carried from wave to wave every evening when the tide is seen rushing to meet the land afar.

Sushama Karnik

Image credit : Ch.-E. Viladoms

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