"With great difficuliy I tried to pick it up; my hand was numb, my mind vacant. Could one cross such distances in so short a time? My body certainly remained here in this chair, but I entered Maliakala, infinite time, time that had no bcginnmg, no end—to that point where the sun does not shine and stars are not seen. This separation of body and soul, to be present at two different points in time simultaneously, hurts physically."
Stretching my arms out wildly
to touch that intangible life,
let me go to this wedding so far away.
There Mahakala presides.
breaking and tearing all that is useless,
he holds up the lamp of free life
and marks the bride's forehead
with a spark of fire. . . .
I must go where the bridal night
waits unwavering
with the steadfast devotion
of someone's love. . . .
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