praise to the unborn

for nima

the bridge on which i stand
call it gateway of the mute
life and death both
pass through its arches

what runs in these waters
is more than just obscured
parts of fortune and
home seeking souls

here sound of fish flapping as
more than a star cast shimmers
on the trembling surface

a candle by the window pane
is what i have to offer
to hearten you in these droughts
as you stumble through bardos
solid night of weeping names
heavy on your shoulders

mandrem, 25 november 2011