we're all golden
We're all golden sunflowers inside.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
(homage to allen ginsberg)
~ Allen Ginsberg
(homage to allen ginsberg)
when you sit
playing your shruti box
singing sutras
through the rice paper walls
your glowing from the inside
both before & after the golden
sun-flower becomes
revealed outside-
in the garden you tend,
with the same hands
that make music, write poems--
both sacred and ordinary,
in the smoke haze of dawn
so early- you arrive
before the rooster
rising on a prayer shawl
of words written off the beat
making the street quake-
the world, be healed
intoning the sound
of infinite OM!
playing your shruti box
singing sutras
through the rice paper walls
your glowing from the inside
both before & after the golden
sun-flower becomes
revealed outside-
in the garden you tend,
with the same hands
that make music, write poems--
both sacred and ordinary,
in the smoke haze of dawn
so early- you arrive
before the rooster
rising on a prayer shawl
of words written off the beat
making the street quake-
the world, be healed
intoning the sound
of infinite OM!
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| words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15~kath*odes |
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