Daughter Ganga
Accept my gift
Of fire and flower
I set adrift this diya
My hopes and dreams
To your forgiveness
May the flame never expire
The petals forever bloom
Upon your purifying flow
Daughter Ganga
Accept my gift
Of fire and flower
I set adrift this diya
My hopes and dreams
To your forgiveness
May the flame never expire
The petals forever bloom
Upon your purifying flow
The fire held in her hands
Burns hot and bright
But not so hot
Nor bright
As the fire in her heart
In her spirit
While those
Who participate in the rite
Focus on the ceremonial fire
To please the god, Shiva
I revel instead
In the fire and light
Of her being
Where resides the divine
The universal joy
Of a gentle wind
A small kite
And a length of string
In a child’s hand
Both the child’s
And my own
Mother Ganga
Cleanse my body
Of my daily toil
Mother Ganga
Cleanse my spirit
Of my transgressions
Mother Ganga
Accept my ashes
Carry me to nirvana
An unknown road
Into unknown lands
For the spectrum of possibilities
I strike a balance
Between fear
And anticipation
Then lean heavily
On the latter
Basking in its warmth
I am reminded
That this glorious sun
Is but a twinkling dot
In some other sky
Of a far away planet
Admired there, perhaps
For its celestial position
In the imaginary outline
Of a mythical god
While its admirers wonder
If they are alone in the universe
I long for this experience of love
Moments of profound beauty
Shared by souls intertwined
In a beauty all their own
This rock-strewn shore
This stoney Isle
This hardened land
Of heartened folk
That no catastrophe can sunder
No hardship wither
Nor keep them from the sea
This place of no small beauty
And gracious souls
Cape Breton
Occluded
Clouded
My mind a storm of thoughts
Breathe
Stillness
Empty myself
Of past, present and future
Of fear, desire, need
In the quiet
A softening
Becomes a glimmer
Becomes the light itself
Flooding the plain
Of my existence
Which at first
Seems wasteland
Breathe again
And the waste becomes barrenness
Breathe again
And the barrenness becomes emptiness
Detached
From time and material things
I learn the beauty of emptiness
Which I fill
With this moment