All faces are one—
so worship the bull at the gate,
the elephant-headed son,
the rising serpent light,
and the dark mother’s womb.
Turn your face,
bronzed by the sun,
to kiss every direction.
Namo namah.
Make ready the cave within,
for I am already
inside.
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Fiercely Tender: The Simple Complex World of Michael Ondaatje’s Novels
Shortly afterwards in that novel we encounter a celebration of the body, grime and all, unimpeded by this abstraction called mind. While writing the body might seem not altogether unusual, my point is that you cannot simply assume its naturalness. Language, even fictional language, is so much of a mentally...
