I want to die under a canopy of green and gold shimmers blue skies and liquid gold play melting clouds my heart smiles  ready the earth embraces my fading breath... water gurgles trickles to naught fire claims  the last glimpse wind rushes a last dance space bursts i dissolve 


Agni’s stories

The earth lay her bed to create the yajna. The fire burned a slow steady flame as the earth poured her oblations. Endless sacrifice parched the earth, the fire burnt with pangs of hunger. The altar empty but both earth and fire bound... --- Fire met water and they hissed. Enemies they were, twisted in knots. … Continue reading Agni’s stories