Gautama and Māra

         Gautama and Māra

Iniquity is starlight in the wrong

Location or the purest atom gone

Awry, a darkroom with a delving song

Of light inside it, thinking in its dawn.

The sin is not the light itself.  Its height

Is not the evil, black the background not

Its deviance, a dissonance the blight

Because of chance or freedom, freedom fraught.

A dirtiness is only dirt because

It’s matter out of place, a kilter lost.

It’s more like interference with the laws

Of mild mutation, demarcation crossed.

  A Lucifer or Ahriman will find

    A way.  The best and twisted, both are twined.

Phillip Whidden