by Justine Mara Andersen
I saw you solely through the darkness of others,
As a thing of filth, as horrid and bald.
But today I see you, you who eat only death,
Without fear, it is you who finds life.
I bow to thee vulture, so alone in the branches,
Tears well in me, to see my Aghori Baba.
Exalted to be below your silent secret wisdom,
I stare in devotion, it is you who knows.
Teach me, Baba, to eat of death without fear,
To fly above the darkness others see.
Shedding tears in the shadow of your black wings,
I shade my eyes from so much sky and sun.