Friday, December 16, 2005

Shadows on the Land

May shadows on the land
be cast by soccer balls and children,
not bombs and billowing smoke.

Instead, let smoke rise
from sacrificial fires
that purify, not destroy.

Replace the acrid smells
of burning flesh and steel
with incense and smudgepots.

May the clotted blood and putrid flesh
in the gutters and sewers be cleansed
by the mercy of the life giving rains.

Rains flowing like tears
of separation and joy
upon the wounded earth.


At 5:18 PM, Anonymous SD said...

Bumped into your Blog Gosh. Very Sweet. Say HI to Vidya for me. I'm livin in Las Vegas takin care of my Mom and working as a Realtor. Spoke to Eddy (Adwaita) last week. Hope to see you NV cats as soon as I can afford to. Dandavats-SD

At 10:54 AM, Blogger Madhava Gosh said...

Nice to hear from you. Hope you are able to keep a solid center in the midst of the material waves. Stop by if you do end up passing thru. Never hurts to meditate on being here or some some holy places even if you can't physically be present. The holy dhama has no geographical boundaries.


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