From: "Sterling Hart" <Pravritti-AT-email.msn.com> Subject: Ranja Part I Date: Tue, 23 May 2000 00:50:25 +0100 Ranja Part I I am the light that stands alone at the dusk And cries out in the ecstatic bliss. The passion of your light that stands behind The mortal form that hangs in the distance. With power above reaching down You could not tell me what I knew In the shielded glory of the thunderbolt of heaven, Sita in her wheelchair giggling, A wave of her bliss sweeping away all concerns. Yet now over the distance The resistance pales in the glory Of killing power coming to the fore. A last ditch effort of a falsehood no more. You have come before as eclipse whispered lie. You will return again a heart sincere within A power not yet established, Dancer of Tomorrow. Compassion displayed in the beauty Attracting my desire for spiritual love, Mating with my suffering And married to knowledge. It is a laughing corpse of light. The Zen teachers fall. Your own misuse of seduction, Ignorant movements of the dramatic demons, Fit only for the TV. You're here... Sterling Hart pravritti-AT-msn.com
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