Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesFor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes...

When in the soul of the serene disciple

When in the soul of the serene discipleWith no more Fathers to imitatePoverty is a success,It is a small thing to say the roof is gone:He has not even a house.Stars, as well as friends,Are angry with the noble ruin.Saints depart in several directions.Be still:There is...

The Temple and the Body

The richwill make temples for Siva.What shall I,a poor man,do?My legs are pillars,the body the shrine,the head a cupolaof gold.Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,things standing shall fall,but the moving ever shall stay.