This light
This scene
This Earth
Only we humans
Can make of this
Hell
In nature’s kill
Know instinct is integrity
In consciousness
Is born the lie
Cruelty, and malfeasance
At dawn I climb the mountain
To remind my consciousness
Of beauty and awe and goodness
Daylight’s final embers
Twenty of us on a small patch of sand
Beside the river Ganga
Body
In harmony
With breath
Breath
In harmony
With spirit
Spirit
In harmony
With all things
Beneath this beautiful sunset
In Rishikesh
Where the river flows
Fierce
His swagger belies his years
His station
Dressed for school
With an armful of books
And determination
One small human
Amidst a billion more
Making his mark on one small moment
In this moment
There is no greater presence
Than a child who knows himself
I cross
Between right and left
Between green and greener
Between here and there
Between past and future
Between mind and body
Every crossing
I behold a few
Who travel the path of balance
At the fulcrum of existence
Neither right nor left but centred
Neither green nor greener, only grass
Neither here nor there but connected to all
Neither past nor future, only this moment
Both mind and body experienced from spirit
The bridge offers choices between opposites
The river flows with the possibility of all things
I love this poem
Its economy of words
Its simple insight
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
Rishikesh to Delhi
World in flight
Through a bus window
At 80 kph
A flurry of images
In unknown tongues
Gone too quickly to understand
Collected in 1/680th time
A moment stopped for further consideration
On a later date, today
Bold art, like old propaganda…
To announce a new hydroelectric dam?
Drag the photo into translate
“Great Compressive Strength”
Ah, just an ad for concrete
I wonder again
At how unfathomable
The wide world could be
Before Google
…and yet, remains still
A night market lull
Politics and jewelry
Impatient vendor
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