Poem: A prostitue to her daugher

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PROSTITUTE TO HER DAUGHTER

Dear child, say without shame

that I am your mother

and this city is your father.

Go, tell the chaste wives,

I teach their men how to love.

I offered myself

in place of a thousand women,

and became a saint.

Man, child, is endless Desire.

You should cross that sea

the way I rose above my body.

Raise your head;

be my survivor, grow to be great.

You have a tryst with tomorrow:

you should see the sun

that I could not.

I do not want to weep before Jesus

nor do I want Upagupta to weep before me.

Every night I turn red-hot,

every morning I become gold.

I conquered lust;

you should transcend greed.

We are the bountiful Earth

and we, the all-giving Nature.

Satchidanandan

e-mail: satchida@...

Cross posted from FEC Group

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