A poem by Stan
Here is your name
These syllables are your own
And will follow you forever–
Brazen echoes of their noise
Will fall from every mouth
And every tongue will call you, it will seem,
Turning your head to every corner
In your search for their meaning
Which you will find at last
Inscribed in your bones.
Author’s note: At the end of The Ramayana, the heroic and magical monkey Hanuman opens his skin to show that Rama’s name is inscribed on every bone of his body. This image struck me as an incredible show of devotion. I’ve referred to it twice, here, and in a more negative context, in the poem “Service.”
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