Monday, February 9, 2009

Man longs to know it all.
God longs for immortal forgetting.
And so a child is born.

4 comments:

Steve said...

You described me, Lakshmi. I desire to know it all. I have a curiosity in me that burns and is never consumed. I am never satisfied. But I am happy in the journey and content never to understand "why"

Lizacherian said...

Loved your poems, Lakshmi...
love
liza

Ganoba said...

these poems
like clouds drifting
effortlessly across
a bright blue sky
the universal mind.
ganoba
would like to sleep in your lap
may be some of these poems
will pass through me too.

Ganoba said...

at birth a gift of form
it reforms even as it forms
the transformation
so seamless
that it creates
an illusion of permanence.