Who is it that echoes

When, to the hungerless figure,you serve waters of no thirst,whisper the senseless wordin the heart,and call without a name,who is it that echoes O!in answer,O Ramanatha,is it you,or is it me?

O Sweet Irrational Worship

Wind and a bobwhiteAnd the afternoon sun.By ceasing to question the sunI have become light,Bird and wind.My leaves sing.I am earth, earthAll these lighted thingsGrow from my heart.A tall, spare pineStands like the initial of my firstName when I had one.When I had a...

Testament

And now to the Abyss I passOf that Unfathomable Grass…1.Dear relatives and friends, when my last breathGrows large and free in air, don’t call it death –A word to enrich the undertaker and inspireHis surly art of imitating life; conspireAgainst him....

That Lamp That Needs No Oil

I have made the journey into Nothing.I have lit that lamp thatNeeds no oil.I have cried great streamsOf emerald crystalsOn my scarred knees, begging loveTo never again let me hear fromAny worldThe sound of my own name,Even from the voice of divine thoughtOr see that...