Warbling in the Jungle of Beautiful History

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have lived a hungry dance

A meditation of tablets and inscriptions

Encapsulated by Dürer and Blake

Klimt and Kandinsky broke me lose

 

Whoever got to found

A state that was free?

But the Taoists & Rishis

With bronze outstretched neutrality

 

They did not care to name

Their whirling compassionate Sufism

But art and mysticism

They, could only be taken so far

 

There is no lordly language

To take me back home.