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Puja of the Form of the Self

I am of the form of Om Namah Shivaya! My straight spine the haft string and faultless My head the spear and the crescent Moon Three tines, piercing Heaven, the Lord’s divine Trident. My legs the tri-leafed base of perfect support. Omkara surrounds, vault of the...

The Gods Are A Hammer

What good is it for me to tell you of Shiva or Krishna, Durga or Jesus or Thoth? If their Names are not sledgehammers upon you. Let the Names knock you about, bruise your flesh and make bone ash of your mind. Only then can the pictures and words fall off, fortresses...

Laboratories In Dust

The secret alchemy is without transformation. We search through laboratories and books and incense for the spell or machine that can at last give us peace. The potion or pill that will make us happy. The martyr or ruler who will make us free. Alchemy adds nothing. It...

Disloyal Mind

Sometimes my mind is disloyal to Guru and guide —never to my God, with whom I am on friendly terms since years back, first on terms of Hi how are you and now on terms of When will you be home for dinner —because the moment you put a human face on it it’s all Hey...

Bone Lingam

The worst part about having a skull is that I will never be able to hold it. What good is a skull if it cannot be stripped of flesh, emptied of brain matter, used to beg, to eat— if it cannot be worshiped?

Two Tribes

They say When the seals are broken And Gabriel’s horn blasts Two tribes will live: Those washed with the Lamb’s blood And those with the Mark of Cain Both beloved of God Each blessed, Yet to each other looking...