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WINDOWS OF THE SOUL
I have a sacred tantric sandstone sculptureIn my home,A copy of an originalFrom an Indian temple.Western religions never portray human sexualityAs Sacred.Early Christians in IndiaSmashed and scatteredThe sacred sexual stonecarvings.Thank Goddess those Christians weren't blessedWith the mental accuityTo annihilate the art completely...Deep in the junglesEntire temples survived...And even a holy city...Love is the mystery of eternity.We have always known each other.Something has always wanted to crush us.I pray for the safetyAnd freedom of my friends.Would you follow a daughter of a holy riverTo sacred springsTo succor wounds and heartachesIn the fountain of Her heart?In a crowd of ten thousand soulsWould you see your friend's eyes? |
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