a new reality of |
broken pathways on |
| trains, cars, buses | stairways to heaven |
| hashish and | saffron robes |
| marigolds on the river | melt and blend |
| and market cows | vending rules |
| in yoga pose | of life |
| chime death | behind the curtain |
| of burning bodies | a natural high |
| on the Ganges | a space of |
| no space for | tranquil wanderings and |
| mourning | natureā€™s mother |
the tension holds the wave that spits me out on barren dome in hippy dreads and lungi wraps I weave the maze of dusk and dawn but there beneath the ashy deep of spicy chai and lentil fields the elephant god lays flowers at my feet |
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