In deep highlands of Shiva he created
A temporary space for head and soul
For the winds to blow and high trees,
A body under a temporary hegemony.
Our words had fallen snows on roads
From bodies in flow from the heights
Like a mother’s river in Shiva’s locks,
A temporary space to flow away from.
Now we are in another space of body,
Our words flowing away from bodies,
Rivers away from a Shiva’s hegemony,
Flowing in plains to deep calm space.
(on return from the Himalayas)