by Cornelia RohdeOnly the hidden god is the true god,
for the god who can be known has already
become an artifact of conscious culture,
and is in the process of disappearing.
The way to the monastery
vibrates with tones of
core deep sounds
from the souls of monks
massed before burning butter lamps.
A thousand flames light
dark red madder robes.
Invocations flow like
clear mountain streams
feeding hallowed Indus;
sacred chants that reach the sources
of our hidden river gods.