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To: Mohan Marette who wrote (10270)	12/23/1999 10:06:00 PM
From: Mohan Marette	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12475

A Furore Of Sorts - Suraiyya High Priestess of Love the-week.com .......Essentially, Suraiyya seems the same Kamala Das, in an eternal quest for love, sublimating it, fearlessly taking it past social conventions, as she did in her biography, My Story, and in her poems. The same Kamala who wrote: The only truth that matters is That all this love is mine to give... Loving this one, I Seek but another way to know Him who has no more a body To offer and whose blue face is A phantom lotus on the waters of my dream. ====================== This singer has not lost her voice, as she claims in Ya Allah, her first poem that reflects the new reality. She is just claiming a new voice to sing. Her feet are not tired, but dancing to a new rhythm that is shaking the orthodoxy to its roots. "Accept life as beautiful," she says, celebrating life as only she can. Ya Allah I perceive the Prophet's features, as yet unrevealed, on my beloved's mien... Who but Mohammed would dare to embrace a sinner and call her Mother? I seek refuge in you, just a moment or two, of forgetting, for the weariest pilgrim of all whose footfalls thumped the beaches, the hills the proscenium of the brave old cities of the world, where she strutted singing of human love. Perfect her, if perfecting is your task, this singer who lost her voice, singing, this danseuse whose fatigued limbs tremble. The icons have all fallen. They lie in misshapen heaps among the bushes that sport dusty leaves, dusty flowers. The temple bells have sunk into a vast silence, a silence shaped like a paw fallen on the city, cutting off its breath and yet all I can think of is my dear one's resplendent smile, he, beloved of merciful Allah, who has unhurriedly claimed me for his own. -Kamala Suraiyya