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So, I stood on a one-tree hill So, I stood by sheer will Like Moses stumbling on illumination A figuring of the configuration of divination A fire flowing like a river A stream of arrows from a quiver I am at Mount Sinai Before I can die I hear the skies sigh With tears inContinue reading “How Moses never reaches Israel!: A poem”

Primo! Primo! Primo! Primo! The first, the beginning, the most important A mythic intiation right at the singularity between X and Y, God-king–priest and Empress-hierophantess-Goddess The hieros gamos where it all began Between the dewy eyed Mahadeva and Mahadevi! Do I say it in Portuguese, because we have a long ancestral tree, associated with thatContinue reading “O amor da minha vida!: A poem”

In the garden where I decided to relive…  where I discovered I had to both believe and deceive; where in the exploration of justice, I had to both lose and retrieve; if there was impunity for being blind and to perceive. When the solutions are not forthcoming, but problems ever-arising, like slow but perennially flowingContinue reading “Mother, see I stand before you!!!: A poem”

You know, an empire began with the lust of a dragon for a mortal woman on the shores of time and the Kings were called haloed! You know, the giants manifested with the gods being tempted to crave for human carnality; that we should, then, have incurred the curse of the deluge! You know, theContinue reading “Does destiny ever arrive?: A poem”

You know how we have a memory, even of superstitions, like we believed the crow that came to pick at a sweetmeat at my eldest sister’s wedding ceremony was that of an acquiescing ancestor. Yet, how even memory blinkers in the passage of age, and we seldom have reminders. Yet, September comes, and it isContinue reading “And so comes September, when I remember…!: A poem”

Sometimes, I’d like to imagine that the dawn sky would peek out of its closet of stark blanketness and yield me a golden torch shining straight at me! As if its blue was actually versicoloured, and there were no battles on the horizons, no embargos on celebration! I’d tie a yellow ribbon for love, andContinue reading “How can I imagine being a loyalist, when I am nobody’s child?!: A poem”