On return from the temple

On return from the temple The ego?s fires had subsided, quietly, Golden hues appeared on slept-in beds I tried catching sprawled self-shadows Products of yesterday?s mashed egos. The graphic eye, silver-lined and lying, Was helpless to bolster bewitching... More

On return from the temple The ego?s fires had subsided, quietly, Golden hues appeared on slept-in beds I tried catching sprawled self-shadows Products of yesterday?s mashed egos. The graphic eye, silver-lined and lying, Was helpless to bolster bewitching beauty The eagle?s cry went up to the sky From the green sea of coconut fronds Yesterday the God-child smiled exquisitely Today is another day of empty space So much incandescent space to be filled.  Less