Holy sixth day

Holy sixth day

Holy sixth day
in the woods they worship the
trees then
then my heart beats hard
at how far I was going into
the woods
a snake appeared in front of me
and I fell down
I started writhing and rolling
this way and that way
my dress fell off
my hair burned along
my back
thorns scratched me
everywhere
suddenly who am I
who was I
how I
love those celebrations

by Govindasvami
English version by W.S. Merwin & J. Moussaieff Mason

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