Poem ‘Mahicantuck’ by Alan Wherry

We take nothing with us when we go
Born with clenched fists, we die with open hands
And everything born on this Earth
One day has to die.

But if you're lucky,
And blessed by the destructive powers of Lord Shiva,
To destroy the negativity around and within you.
You'll be as clean as a whistle or a flute

If you can't give light
What's the use of enlightenment?
And clear and clean
The music of Lord Krishna plays through you.

Wisdom is like the Mahicantuck,
As the Lenape called the Hudson river
Is best when it flows two ways.
Is best when it flows two ways.

The Goddess had us eat from the tree of knowledge,
And it's the knowledge and power of chastity.
That we have to get back to,
To get back to the purity of the garden.