Spaces collapse; but only to open other ones. Objects and bodies are spaces condensed. Time is space dancing, with fire in one hand and a drum in another. I am Shiva. My mountain cannot hide me. Kali stomps my corpse, her skully scalpy gear rattling and raining against me. The only breath I can get my lungs around is love. Sat. Nam. Joyful resorption of all this endless excess. «Je» est un autre: moi j'suis Shiva/Girija, jamais seul!
Friday, 6 June 2008
My young body softens & blurs under bedazzled years' accretion.
Spaces collapse; but only to open other ones. Objects and bodies are spaces condensed. Time is space dancing, with fire in one hand and a drum in another. I am Shiva. My mountain cannot hide me. Kali stomps my corpse, her skully scalpy gear rattling and raining against me. The only breath I can get my lungs around is love. Sat. Nam. Joyful resorption of all this endless excess. «Je» est un autre: moi j'suis Shiva/Girija, jamais seul!
Spaces collapse; but only to open other ones. Objects and bodies are spaces condensed. Time is space dancing, with fire in one hand and a drum in another. I am Shiva. My mountain cannot hide me. Kali stomps my corpse, her skully scalpy gear rattling and raining against me. The only breath I can get my lungs around is love. Sat. Nam. Joyful resorption of all this endless excess. «Je» est un autre: moi j'suis Shiva/Girija, jamais seul!
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Deblois! Forever! Casceaux Bay!
you may have been misled by the window-blinds - you may have thought, "but we never spent time in any permanent structure...?" if i could just direct your eye to the soft upholstery beneath abel's brown shoulder, or the curved metal archway just glimpsed above jophets' heads, then i am sure you would feel most familiar with the location.
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