goldenlangur Posted May 12, 2009 Share Posted May 12, 2009 Into that lichen-coated cave She rides astride a tiger, Its eyes and nostrils aflame Singeing the moss on the rocks – A talisman to this day. Mara slithers in a haze of perfumed seduction, Swinging his hips, singing a deep-throated song Of vaults of treasure, carnal knowledge and eternal pleasure. He flings aside his robe of deepest red and sings: "If you walk this path of love, You’ll be the One for all times to come!" Will her meditations on icy peaks douse such flames of passion? She utters not a word. Images and thoughts rise in fevered succession: Mara sighs, Mara cries, He dimples, he dances, He laughs he lunges at her. She closes her eyes from her depths swells the cosmic syllable – OM! It fills the ancient cavern, shakes the forest floor. Mara raises his hands to his ears, Writhing in anger and agony: "This noise you make, Churns me inside out. But its spell will soon end, Then I’ll return – This battle is yet to be won! She replies "Together we will ride My tiger of compassion, Soar the heights of the Garuda, Pierce the mirage of power, Enter the rainbow of Bliss." Mara spits, Mara swears He swings his body to and fro, He swivels his head And screams – A cry so raw, It tears birds off their flight, startles the snakes in their sleep. The sage opens her Third Eye - In a whorl of ululation Mara dissolves. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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