i bathed in sacred rivers, my toes dug
into its muddy bed of clay and ashes
of the twice-born, released from the chains
that once held me down as i was burned
in my own pyre.
widows once jumped onto the fire
of the burning corpses of their husbands,
monks once set themselves aflame to protest
against persecution, and i too
am lit aflame in my own calm protest,
dharma my fuel, nirvana my fire.














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