Barakoti
Twelve
Coats danced for joy
when he
stood before his Beloved
yet he
would not remove his coats.
Threadbare
and ragged, odious with filth,
he had not
the faith to part with
that which
routinely embraced him,
sheltered
and insulated him from the world.
Baba’s
Presence enlivened the old man
but not
enough to let him slip out from under
a lifetime
of accumulated concealment and buffer,
shed his
superstitions (with their dubious protection)
and grant
him the courage to dance naked before his Lord.
O child of
God, you know almost nothing about Barakoti;
maybe just
enough to use him innocuously as a metaphor.
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