A Poem For Today - The Temple and the Body

[Ken Dickinson]

The Temple and the Body  

The rich
will make temples for Siva.
What shall I,
a poor man,
do?

My legs are pillars,
the body the shrine,
the head a cupola
of gold.

Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,
things standing shall fall,
but the moving ever shall stay.

By Basava
(1134 - 1196)

English version by A. K. Ramanujan

Sent from my iPhone

[Patricia Rios]

Nice!

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