Plain in the city

A plain Quaker folk singer with a Juris Doctorate in his back pocket, salt in his blood, and a set of currach oars in the closet, Ulleann Pipes under his arm, guitar on his back, Anglo Irish baggage, wandering through New York City ... in constant amaze. Statement of Faithfulness. As a member of the Quaker Bloggers Ad Hoc Committee I affirm that I will be faithful to the Book of Discipline of my Meeting 15th Street Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Dorcha tusa amhain

Wake... oh where are you, Ganesh...?
Shiva dances without your balance.
Her dance began with sorrowful wailing
so that kind hearts rushed to her
then her dance was fueled by hot anger
and kind hearts were consumed
then her dance was accompanied by
horrific laughter of greed unrestrained...
If I call out to you, oh Krishna! will I find
you have become the destroyer of worlds?
Is the Ghost Dance come to pass?
Has Shiva nothing more to consume
but Shiva herself?


At 12:04 AM, Blogger mary said...

this is beautiful...


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