Svaha
Svaha.
The body is gone.
Maybe the soul lingers
To watch the tears
To watch the pain
To watch the sorrow.
Some speechless in sorrow
Tears well up and dry
Well up again and dry again
The loss permanent, irreversible,
unfathomable.
Others vocal about the rightness of the ritual
The mantra doesn't reach the soul.
The ritual rules, the body rules.
The essence non-existent,
The spirit non-existent.
The fire burns, the woods crackle
The tears can't smother the fire.
The fragrance no match for the heat.
Mace, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Ghee, Clove
Burns and burns, till none remains.
The hours pass unnoticed
The chants reverberate
The mind numbs to the pain
Thoughts cease. Feelings cease.
The chants overpower all.
The distance between the two worlds
vanished.
Svaha.
posted by Tuya @ 20:30
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