The Pain of Creation

And I- Beyond the forest, beyond the mind Came over- Kandapara’s field Before the evening puja In the journey of this path to eternity. The thought of ending awoke Immense pressure of urine in the abdomen Bubbles of words that have sprouted In the mystic life of blue-necked bird. Colored goods- Splendid poems- Wanders in brain, But- Saint's meditation on locusts Daily poking of material thorns; Remains- Still remains- The golden words remain airy The treasure of the heart in strange language- The fruit of hard nectar hangs; Eternity hangs As if the motionless Strange pendulum. Deepening music-melody of heart Remains waiting – Waiting for a suitable time Extreme coition of Zeus- The merry sound of reunion The voice of indistinct desire In the lap of the murmured waves Sex-satisfied body sounds good In the secret and thirsty part of Leda.