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Tishani Doshi

But when the light hits us from behind
the granite cliffs, all I can muster is to lie with you
on the monastery floor, guide your fingers to the door-
ways of my weary heart, so you can feel it too–
the ocean that travels with me; how it
gathers and breaks,
gathers and breaks; like love, how it stills, then parts.

— Tishani Doshi, from “Lesson 2: Learning Mudras in Bhutan” Everything Begins Elsewhere (Copper Canyon Press, 2013)

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