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| By Harvinder Kaur Midnight air Resonates with silent prophesies. Siddhartha rises Something moves within him ...his future. The beautiful Yasodhara sleeps beside him In love's soft embrace. The moonlight on her lashes tries to enter her dreams. He is enchanted... And yet He wonders why he feels an ache When he looks at the stars, What strange voices beckon him And, where to? No one is there to tell him that, The Buddha is dawning within him. |
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By Harvinder Kaur Behind closed eyes In the tender passion of a dream, I behold The breathing beauty of stone bodies fleshing the temple walls; Gods wearing bodies of painted stone, worshipped by men. ...Men? Or Gods in flesh with forgotten memories? For, who can tell the difference between God and man and stone? Carve the iconoclast's face in a rock, And the passing years make him a God. And who knows If the prisoner's stripes are not holier than the sages saffron? | |
| Life Positive, July 1998 | |
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