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Whoever Named This Guy Shankar?

You know what he did at Dakshapur and Kulinda
He called out Uma because he knew she was Parvati Durga

With a conch and bhang and objectless laughter

Whoever named this guy Shankar?
He’s a clown!
He’s a drunk!
He smears himself with ashes and dances with the horde!
Maybe they knew–down is the way up
Maybe they knew
in the world of no distinction there is cosmic peace.

Parvati went out to him cawing in delight and dancing
on the edge of the city
Jagatdeshwari met up with Mahadev
And they danced the Double Tandav.

Did you know the secret of how he drank the poison and survived?
She was there.
It burned so bad but he held it
together
because
she was holding him
as he let the poison burn out in his body.

That scoundrel Krishna seems to be a fine topic for cosmic love,
But the real couple of union is
Shyamaa and Shankar,
Parvati and Jatadhari,
Uma and Bolenaath,
Parvati Durga and Shiva!

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Krishna Kanhaiya

Oh, you’re so lovely I could break!
With all your garlands of soft flowers
your soft and colorful fabrics,
You’re the most approachable form of God.
So gentle, I could cry.

So much love.
So much!

I start to feel it in my own chest,
and Friend,
it scares me.

Because
What if my ego breaks?
My container has been so small,
and now you’re coming to me?
Do you think I can hold That?!

What if
when
my heart becomes as big as my body,
someone uses me and I’m not safe anymore?
I’m human!

So,
God Most Approachable,
I’m asking you this.

Little soul
wants an answer from Big Soul.

Before I roll out on the town with you,
it’s high time
You give me an answer and
soothe my fearful mind!

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The Sensuality of Food

I have a theory
That god is in food
And he was enjoying Himself
When he reached for those butter pots.

My mom used to tell me
Not to spill,
But there’s something sensual
About spilling, isn’t there?

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God Made Snowboards

I know the Architect of the Universe made my snowboard.
Because when I ride
I sing
My mind quiets down.
And when I fall,
It’s god’s gift.
My ass in the air,
legs above my head,
Nothing as it should be,
I smack onto the snow.
My mind is stopped—a second of bliss.
Blue sky and snowcapped mountains.
Holy shit! That mountain is Kailash!
God is Here!

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