No end to the journey

No end, no end to the journeyno end, no end neverhow can the heart in loveever stop openingif you love me,you won’t just die oncein every momentyou will die into meto be rebornInto this new love, dieyour way beginson the other sidebecome the skytake an axe to...

As the mirror to my hand

As the mirror to my hand,the flowers to my hair,kohl to my eyes,tambul to my mouth,musk to my breast,necklace to my throat,ecstasy to my flesh,heart to my home –as wing to bird,water to fish,life to the living –so you to me.But tell me,Madhava, beloved,who...

Temple Tree Path

This narrow path beneath the great treesis edged darkly with thick greening moss.We keep it swept clean before the gate, inexpectation of wandering mountain monks.from Bamboo Cottage: Poems and Translations, by Doug Westendorp

Over I journey

Over I journeyAnd for each painA pleasant sting onlyShall one day remain.Yet in a few momentsThen free am I,And intoxicatedIn Love’s lap lie.Life everlastingLifts, wave-like, at me,I gaze from its summitDown after thee.Your lustre must vanishYon mound underneath...