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Krishna
by Leonard M HawkesThe passing storms
Drew us to the warmth
Of Waters: the healing
Of our mother the earth,
And in morning's glory,
(Arrival an interruption) he
Approached with the
Physiognomy of deity;
Unabashedly he shed
The confusing outer garb,
And we stared at the splendor
Of the ablution of a god:
Muscle, axillary, chest to pubis,
We gasped at the ease, the
Balance, and that innate
Certainty of transcendent
And eternal beauty.
12/23/2010 Author's Note: Little Mountain, 23 December 2010: he spoke of a balance and fitness in a parapatetic life, and of the physical and spiritual power of chanting Krishna.
Posted on 12/24/2010
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/24/10 at 08:17 AM I adore this, for all sorts of reasons. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/25/10 at 07:27 AM Born of a virgin on December 25th, known to his disciples as the "Son of God", and resurrected three days after his death: Horus (3000BC), Attis (1200BC), *Krishna (900BC)*, Mithra (600BC), Dionysus (500BC), Jesus (0AD), Quetzalcoatl (600AD) and all the other mythical, imaginary saviors, from different periods, from all over the world that subscribe to EXACTLY the same fairytale. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/28/10 at 04:27 PM This speaks to me more of a man in a particular place and time - quite the image of a man at ease with himself in the universe. |
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