Koil Monologue from The Immortal Lure

From The Immortal Lure by Cale Young Rice

male · contemplative · 57 sec

I am not fair, O son of Vishwamya, [ Timidly. But I have come from very far away. Rishyas (quickly). And I have offered you no laving-water For hands and feet, Nor any fruit and herbs! Will you not sit upon this mat of kusa, Or on this skin of the wild antelope, And let me loose your sandals?--O sweet saint, For saint so bright an one must be!--it will Be dear to touch and tend you! For in this place I have beheld no other-- Only my father, Who is old and mighty In meditations he would have me mind. But you are fair as well. Will you not sit?

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