THE IDOL WORSHIP
The idol Does not become sacred Even if I pour the choicest of the milk – And barrels of it - Yes, even if I do it From dawn to dusk... And, for years. Nor will my mantras , Even if I chant them Without taking a solitary breath, Make me a holy man... Yes, even for a solitary moment. Last night, I suddenly realized That I was telling someone – “I love you, I love you”, For too long a time Without even breathing… And suddenly, I felt I must stop chanting my mantras , I must stop pouring the milk… I must breathe! And when I did, The idol looked so majestic, so sacred… Yes, for the first time - After a million desperate attempts To express my reverence to it. I gathered my courage and told the idol: “I have no milk to pour on you, today… I have no mantras to chant for you… I want to breathe… After a long, long time.” “Fool,” I heard the voice behind the idol: “Pouring milk was your idea Of making me sacr...