That which would temper your soul
             which would keep u, sustain u, is
That which THEY* surmise is unfit 2 tell u

It is anathema
It is ruin (2 the Enemies of Man)

It is THEIR Dharmakshetra
It is THEIR Palace at Babylon

           THEIR Flash o’ Reckoning
           THEIR Unmitigated Doom

It is
This:

En the purple dawn
Of ev’ry fleeting moment
Of ev’ry bless-ed daye

[The Goddess Lakshmi’s 1st Aside.]
Notwithstanding life’s rapture.
Notwithstanding the heartbreak of its enduring wheel.

U are an honorable being
Worthy of Grace
Worthy of All-Praises

              an honorable being
Humble enough & human enough
2 cradle, en bridal palms stained darkly w/ henna, The Absolute
W/ as much ease as Yashoda did Krishna

[The Goddess Lakshmi’s 2nd Aside.]
. . . & Mariam did Christ.

{A Negro Church Tambourine Twice Against The Thigh Of A Thick Hindu Aunty}

U, my belov-ed, are a Son of Man
                                        a slip of the righteous tongue

                                              a Dravidian childe of the ivy trellis
                                              a shameless Daughter of the Sacred Fig

U, my belov-ed, are what u are
En the darkest eve

That is 2 say,

U are Vishnu’s supreme compassion
& charitable might

A creature transcendent
A transcendent ray of Light

*The Material Powers That Be

© The Herder 20Nineteen