Shiva Waits

Shiva Waits,

He will dance over these wet streets of Manhattan,

Over these bespeckled footprint beaches of Los Angeles,

Shiva will dance and devour our age,

Like a ravenous virgin lover

And all of us will fold again

And mark the dance by the light of our death.

Oh glorious death, Shiva,

Dissolve us in your spectrums!

You will lose us forever

Yet find us again in another dream.

Earth will soon sing to the forests

She will cut down the steel of man,

And set the clouds against his skin,

Freezing,

Peeling,

Melodic,

Revealing the Buddhas and the Arhats,

Who have so long labored in ecstacy

To enroll mankind in their glorious joke,

A performance of dharmas cut so fine

And of such balance,

That to see it once ... .

That's all folks!