I have a sacred tantric sandstone sculpture

In my home,

A copy of an original

From an Indian temple.

Western religions never portray human sexuality

As Sacred.

Early Christians in India

Smashed and scattered

The sacred sexual stonecarvings.

Thank Goddess those Christians weren't blessed

With the mental accuity

To annihilate the art completely...

Deep in the jungles

Entire 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 safety

And freedom of my friends.

Would you follow a daughter of a holy river

To sacred springs

To succor wounds and heartaches

In the fountain of Her heart?

In a crowd of ten thousand souls

Would you see your friend's eyes?