Thursday, August 30, 2007

I hate truth in art.

The Radiance

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants.
Perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your
mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned
now?

The truth is you turned away yourself,
And decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what
you once knew,
and that's why everything you do has some weird failure in it.

-Kabir
Translated from the Hindi by Robert Bly
Ouch.
-Pollywog

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