Bhartriji

 I've found you in the north
cultivating these lands
disappearing and reappearing
you lived here and you died here

we felt your presence divine permission
we saw your craft
the devoted family
give me the rhodadendron's essence

the evergreen to brace for ice
as you you brace for age
on these sacred rocks
show us the recipe you have concocted

we see the fat mistakes
beautiful as they are
we seek the rounded meaning
and sharp graceful purpose

Layers of the people
in sweet pure servitude
ruled by draught pleasure
tranquility and convincing seasons

Renew us to what we once were
clean our eyes of pessimism resentment
lowly cynicism
That we might find and appreciate God as it is

that we may accept our lot by faith
the eternal struggle relaxed in our existence
We live here we die here we taste this food
prepared from divine sisters

sent from another galaxy to heal us
our festering wounds
our many lies we believe as truths
thus run us toward mild insanity