Humanity,
I love your dress of skin,
expanded and contracted,
left to hang over time,
draping over your belt
with mysterious wrinkles --
because, what do they mean?
-- and fading shades,
playing existential games,
always moving
until thou moveth not.
Who are you,
circa 2700 Before-the-Common-Era
Mohenjodaro Bronze
on page 114?
A dancing girl?
A Mona Lisa?
Yogini engaged
in pranayam?
Praying priestess?
Artistic athlete?
Image from:
Panorama of Harappan Civilization by D.P. Sharma & Madhuri Sharma. 2003. Kaveri Books, New Delhi.
¿Hay que perdonar sus chingaderas?
y ¿la filosofía es femenina?
To forgive or not to forgive f*ckery?
and, Is philosophy feminine?
Ressentiments verzeihen, ja oder nein?
Und, ist die Philosophie weiblich?
