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 temporary space here
Our words flowing away from bodies,
Rivers away from Shiva’s hegemony,
Flowing in plains to deep calm space.
(on return from the Himalayas)