Choose Not Part 4 8July14

As I am sitting here and writing                                          8July14

And watching out of the window

Listening to the insistent calls of a squirrel—

Unseen but somewhere out there, I see a young girl peeping out of her apartment-window,

Throwing something out to the birds perhaps,

Unmindful of what she was doing.

Suddenly the urge overpowers me—

The urge to break out of my apartment-world—

The urge to break out of this body of mine

To be with that being wherever might be.

But I know, he has disappeared

Even from this virtual world of a while,

Nowhere to be found, nowhere heard.

His act of disappearing was as mysterious as was his existence in this world.

He came like a gust of wind

And went away like the heart of a stone.

I saw in an image

Two women with their heads covered with the dark red end of their sari,

Bending over a prayer-lamp they were going to float

In the dark and a purple river.

It was the river he had mentioned once,

The river Bagmati-

And the place was Nepal-

Pashupatinath, Lord Shiva-

The creator, destroyer and the controller of all,

Was going to answer their prayer.

From here with my mind’s eye wide open in a moonless sky,

I join them in their prayer, whatever that prayer may be.

I saw only a half of the moon;

The other half was always dark.

My prayer is for the dark half

And my wishes are for the bright part

That was ever a witness to my soul.

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