Release flowers and fire
Into Ganga’s flow
For pilgrims and believers
A gift to Ganga, river goddess
Holy of holies
Source and purifier
For pilgrims and believers
A gift to Ganga, river goddess
Holy of holies
Source and purifier
I recognize
The limits
Set by context
Which, I’ve learned
Confines me
Not reality
From the daughter
Roiling and playful
Down the narrow valleys
To the gentle, fertile
Fulsome matriarch
Mother of the plains
Except
Perhaps
Sunrise
I arrive in Rishikesh
Where the Ganga
Gently exits
The Himalaya
Heave a sigh
Breathe deeply
And collect myself
On the riverbank
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
Ganga, take me down
Down to distant sea
Where I become the drop
Which is, itself, the sea
And learn eternal peace
In oneness with the One
And then it does
But only for a moment
Until something else
Pulls it away
In this visual cacophony
Of a culture traveler’s feast