‘ I am nectarean knowledge, unchanging bliss;
I am everywhere, like space.’
From Dattatreya’s Avadhut Gita chapter 3, verse 4 (ca 10th century A.D)
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the realisation comes
that life cannot be traded,
weighed and sold
it is immaculate, priceless,
fleeting as a cloud
or a drop of rain
the realisation comes,
that love can only be granted
by the grace of God,
by a pagan covenant of mysteries
it is beyond control,
a wild columbine on the scree,
unseeded, unworshipped,
ravaged by wind, by torment,
yet glorious
Avadhut! there is nothing that compares to you,
nothing that matches the emptiness,
the far-reaching caress of your gaze,
your labyrinthine beauty
and splendour
arms splayed, supine,
how do I talk about this,
this love, this fire,
this marriage of heresy and truth,
how do I talk about this turmoil,
these mountain tears
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Myocum, Australia 2017