In a sky shaking itself
from the long burning rains,
the first grasses of cirrus.

And autumn’s dream: the year’s
newly resurrected gods
move out of their sleep.

Somewhere 
a fair Brahman priest
waits haughtily by the temple doors.

A prayer falls,
to wander around
the deserted targets of the soul.

Offerings of marigolds, fruit and shaven hair
stare like terrified men,
the slow stone surges to flame.

And a man begins to begin again
in the centre of this past,
and sees no end of it.

“Samsãra”: Samsãra means ‘wandering” and represents the trans-
migration of the human soul through endless reincarnations in human
or animal form as a result of good or bad karma (conduct).