BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART + INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO

GIFTS


The dead leave us their gifts.
O Devayani, don't you find
now that your mother is dead
you are kinder, sweeter, like Mother?

Don't you find, now that James is dead,
you are more generous, loving toward people,
like James who had infinite charm?

Don't you find, now that Auntie is dead,
that you long for the company of a timid
old lady to lead among the flowers talking
of the leaf's hue and the petal's form?

You have never inherited wealth you say,
but what of the infinite fortune left by souls
shedding their weight, dissolving into light?

Those useful human traits, Devayani, shed
because of their weight, take on your corporeal form,
making it lighter for the rest of the journey.
The wealth of knowledge left by love,

absorbed by love, make you lighter
and closer to death,
closer to leaving a fortune

to those who willingly assume the burden
of learning. O Devayani, accept the traits
and the learning, grow lighter, lighter,
eagerly shedding the weight

that binds you to ignorance,
the corporeal form.
Spend your inherited fortune lavishly,

spend it on friends, spend it on lovers,
spend it on family, share it with Shiva,

go lightly into death.







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THE DEVAYANI POEMS

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Lung-gom-pas

Nothing


BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context