Genesis
The night falls
like the ashes of the sky
weightless and fragile.
Bright child, sleep tight
in a dark pit, in a foxhole
abandoned by a warrior,
sanctified by tears and blood,
anointed with relics and dust,
blessed with the bone and skull
the *Aughad carries
and seldom returns
from the charnel ground.
Autumn is here to bring everything
you need for four seasons,
the harvest of your sacred and not-so-sacred karma.
Let the wolves tell your story to the moon
and the lightening in the sky reveal—
the mystery of your origin.
Let it all happen
when the night is somber,
and the world is fast asleep.
It’s going to rain on earth
for thousands of years after that.
*Aughad (an Aghori saint) lives in a Shamshana (a Hindu charnel ground) and often carries a skull and a bone for his spiritual practices.
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