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I am a mystic madman, a wandering wildman, scholar of esoterica, dilettante sadhu, dready-headed hippie (only have a few jata on the back of my head right now, though more be forming of this third set of knotted hair), gentle yogi, fierce foe of falsity. I was a preacher, but I renounced that. I was married, but she renounced me. I was a grad student at one of the top universities in the world on my way to becoming a professor, but I realized they taught lies there too. I am protector of souls, lover of mountains, smoker of herb, fond of hot springs, oceans and lakes and rivers and rain and sunshine, devotee of Devi.

Hindu Gods and Goddesses

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Dance of Tongues

Language so loaded with subtleties,
infinite entendres, hidden plots betrayed,
and sometimes insidious scenarios conveyed
in the least wordplay.

Quite a contrast to the quiet of the wilderness--
or at least to ears unable to discern
the speak of birds and wind and babbling brooks,
as they too sometimes play these games,
and are involved in the dramas, lila and mystery
so sometimes surreptitiously woven into words.

The dance between tongues through history
leaves traces and clues
not merely of this peoples' dealings with that,
but also of tales of Gods and Goddesses,
grand romances and sublime secrets
and even the true emotive workings
of the Universal Divine.

Oh, and perhaps I ought to note:
words' subtleties can of course
be conveyance of subterfuge,
and might cast spells less than
Divine, empowering or enlightening.

Yet even those schemes cannot but reveal
the Universal Good Truth
they themselves seem to seek to shroud . . .

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dream tongue?