Shiva’s night

God created a mind with body
To touch the inwardness of us.

Our doubts fluttered like a bird
Just out of the nest& breathing

A Whitman’s song upon our lip
In borrowed language of mind.

Yet we stick to ancient dogmas
That had us scaling Shiva’s hill

A snow hill of an endless night
While a poison of doubt spread

In the bluest of throat, keeping
A world awake by kitschy song

And the sounds of a faint light
Over houses of burning thatch

As bodies stayed all of a piece
And it was Shiva’s night awake.

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