Down, down, down
Into the smokey valley
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine
If I can be still
For just a moment longer
If I can be present
In all this shadow and blur
Will the world make more sense
Will anyone see
Me
Like waking up
In a strange bed
In a strange room
Trying to find
That one thing
That one point
Of recognition
A silhouette
Bicycle rickshaw
India
But I noticed
Anywhere I stood in India
I could see someone
Selling something
To someone else