Diffusion

DIFFUSION

By Harvinder Kaur

Behind closed eyes
In the tender passion of a dream,
I behold
The breathing beauty of stone bodies
fleshing the temple walls;
Gods
wearing bodies of painted stone,
worshipped by men.
...Men?
Or Gods in flesh
with forgotten memories?
For, who can tell
the difference between
God and man and stone?
Carve the iconoclast's face in a rock,
And the passing years
make him a God.
And who knows
If the prisoner's stripes are not holier
than the sages saffron?

Spiritual Adolescense

SPIRITUAL ADOLESCENCE

By Harvinder Kaur

Midnight air
Resonates with silent prophesies.
Siddhartha rises
Something moves within him
...his future.
The beautiful Yasodhara
sleeps beside him
In love's soft embrace.
The moonlight on her lashes
tries to enter her dreams.
He is enchanted...
And yet
He wonders why he feels an ache
When he looks at the stars,
What strange voices beckon him
And, where to?
No one is there to tell him
that,
The Buddha is dawning
within him.