BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





VEDIC CHANT

4/29-5/6-00





Your heart filled with terror, O Devayani --
what is your place in the universe?
A speck smaller than a galaxy on the Hubble
Deep Field,
one of the smaller specks,

fuzzy, not distinct in any way.
Vedic chanting began five thousand years ago.
Have you heard the chanting?
Do you hear it in the stars? The molecules?
Eating durian and raspberries,

the stink and the nectar of the Gods.
Indra wove his net, spiked it with
pearls, opalescent, each
reflecting the whole,
the pitiful meander that is your life.

Yet you have heard the chanting,
felt your heart respond:
as your heart, so the Gods,
wavering, guttural, in the moonlight,
across the light path of the Ganges.

Will you return to Banaras?
Will you sit on the ghats?
What does your chanting heart say?
What has the moon writ
in the sky?

Or will you remain American,
chanting through cold December days.,
dreaming of the hot ghats and the empty plain.
O Devayani, O Shiva,
why can't it be simple?








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Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




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