EVERY SIN IS HER BURDEN. MILES OF SHANTY TOWN TO RISE ABOVE. A SHINE A GIFT A GRACE SUROUNDS HER. A TRUE SENTIENT. SO BRIGHT YOU CAN'T IMAGINE. WHERE HER ARM ONCE WAS IS STRANDS OF JASMINE.

I WANT NOTHING OF THIS WORLD. WHAT CLAIMS ME IS ENOUGH. I WANT EVERYTHING AND IT OWNS ME. IT TAKES THE BONES OF ANCESTORS TO SCRAPE US CLEAN. SHE STOPS TO WASH MY FEET. SHE MUST KNOW THE STREETS I WALK ARE DIRTY. STAINED BY THE BLOOD THEY TRIED TO PAVE OVER.

AS THE SMOKE FROM BURNING BODIES RISE WITH THE MOON.

IN INDIA THE MOON HANGS LIKE A BULLS HORNS. TO THE INTIRE WIDE WORLD I AM BORN AGAIN.THE COW SITS QUITELY IN THE DOOR WAY BETWEEN WORLDS.WE MOVE CHANGE TRANSFORM....FORM IS ONLY A TEMPORARY SITUATION.