Milarepa the siddha
I have often wondered
how one can stand apart from history
and observe it,
like some specimen trembling
under the scientist’s supervening eye.
it seems altogether counterproductive, not unlike building castles with quicksand,
to remove traces of yourself from
what you are making.
Like a cake, history does not bake itself;
Its dough is shaped by human hands
and crumbles into human mouths
craving human nourishment.
The baker is a maker, like all men
And they who make history
write deeds with sword,
or better yet, the pen.
