Into Mother Ganga
A calm, steady rhythm
Like a deep breath
While the bells clang
Insistently
In golden Varanasi
Where the priests
Celebrate Shiva
With a dance of fire
While the bells clang
Insistently
In golden Varanasi
Where the priests
Celebrate Shiva
With a dance of fire
Saffron
Colour of purity
Symbol of abstinence
Purge the tainted
Cleansing ritual
Beautiful
Were it a morning mist
Or a shroud of fog
Pierced by morning sun
But smoke permeates the atmosphere
Even the train compartment
In which I ride
With every breath
Smoke
Be Good Do Good |
Serve Love Give |
Purify Meditate Realise |
I struggle to see
The beauty here
In a world
Of grim and grime
Of damage and refuse
The hard task
On this spirit path
Find the beauty
In all things
But there is colour
Form and texture
Elements underlie design
And the dynamic
Of a captured moment
In an old man’s morning
More this:
The journey here
Intends to scale
The mountains of
My inner life
In these foothills, at Rishikesh
I drink it in
This perfection
This preternatural beauty
My spirit soars
My arms outstretched
Imagining, I’m a hawk in the wind
Each a mystery
Each a surprise
Some a shock
Some a delight
Light comes
Driving air
Down the valley
Clearing atmosphere
Of smoke and mist
Ohm, I sing
Into heart
Into center
Into spirit