When the monsoon winds
drive heavy with earthy smells

The mortal coil – an earthen pot
trembles to the flavor of Life and Death

These bones and sinews, this heart and liver,
the genital jewel and the cerebral flower

All just earth, touched by the Divine Source
enshrined in the innards of this earthy edifice

To know this earthy mould will not suffice
as it flourishes but for a trice

Rise, beyond Life and Death
upon my grace enthroned