The weight of being Hindu,
and a snail,
is so much heavier
the second time around.
The subtleties of enlightened snailness
are much deeper
than those of humanness.
The choices are so few,
one must constantly be attuned
to the earth and sky,
the temperature and the humidity.
There is no room for error,
no one wants to spend another life
exploring grassness,
even if for a summer.
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