Tathagata : Two Poems
Then the primordial man within me exclaimed:
I will lay a stone on my chest
And carve on it
Images of my sorrow
Songs of pain
That bear witness to my wounds
And welcome tomorrow’s sun.
I’ve come to you
My sorrows interred in my bones
Bringing my darkness within the radius of your light
Take me within your fold, away from this darkness
Out there, I’ve worn myself out, slogging in their carnival
Losing my self-identity.
Ask no questions, questions are alien to me,
I do not know myself
Out there, there was nothing but darkness and rocky muteness
So transmigrate into me from that picture
in flesh and blood, into my effusive being.
Then the primordial man within me wept bitterly
Seeing the tattered sails of his own floating ship
In the eyes of Tathagata
The storm within him surged
From the sea’s being, peaks of blood standing high
Do not leave me shoreless
Do not leave me on the shores
This ocean is dear to me
My lifeblood mingled in every wave
I do not want you in your yogic postures as in the pictures
Before whom I could place my offerings of flowers and prayers
Pardon the slaves of fetishism
Who created idols in your name and festivals.