On the flattened grass where snow has sat for months, the gray disk of an old hornet nest. The feral cat presses her belly fur to the earth.
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On the flattened grass where snow has sat for months, the gray disk of an old hornet nest. The feral cat presses her belly fur to the earth.
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On The Darbha Grass Where The Pot Of Soma Lay
On the flattened darbha grass
Garuda kept the pot of Soma –
ransom to free his mother from bondage.
He asked the thousand serpents
to take purificatory bath at the river.
As they slithered away
Indra took away the celestial drink;
the hissing serpents mad with anger
pressed their bellies on the grass
where the pot lay, licked
the dharba sharp like razor,
and thus acquired forked tongues.
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It might help if this is read after ‘Garuda’ written in response to yesterday’s post.
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I am really enjoying the series, Uma. Thanks for sharing!
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Lint
*What would you give up or do for others
this season of sacrifice, penance and fasting?*
asks the Catechism teacher of the fourth
and fifth graders. A boy in the classroom
writes, his struggles with spelling equal to
those with theology and science: “Lint
is an elemental metal that is light and
durible.” Oh merry mixed-up strand
in the middle of all this gravitas, yarn
twisted in domestic hue– Lint, he said:
lint from the undersides of sleeves; pillings
gathered in the pockets of our coats, fur
left behind by the feral cat pressing
its belly to the grass– all the little
parts that come off, that we shed as we
scrape through the surfaces of days.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
03 13 2011
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