Vasuki Dreaming

I.

My heart carries the penetrating warmth of a vermilion sun

My thirst is quenched by the soothing coolness of an aqua stream

My breath is revitalised by the refreshing inhale of an emerald wind

II.

Does the sun only know the frost of black space?

Does the stream only know the dryness of the rock?

Does the wind only know the stillness of death?

And yet I fantasize to be these divines

To shine, to flow, to bless

III.

Is divinity only possible upon a cross?

IV.

Perhaps Buhaira's horse was right

It's better to remain a begger

To remain in the delusion of love

This rarest existence of all

V.

Is anybody out there?