~as i wander far from view~

Thursday, 6th February 2003

this morning i arrived in Varanasi, the holy city that is seated on the shores of the endlessly moving Ganges River, this river that is a goddess who descended down to earth through the matted hair of Lord Shiva... at least according
to a myth out of the Ramayana

and i still remember reading this story in the last light of day in the night train to Varanasi...

click picture to see more pictures of Varanasi

...just like i remember waking up to the soft spell of a moving sunrise and to the whisper of words wanting to be written down to turn into a poem for you

~love~
Do

ps: in case you ever visit Varanasi: get yourself a rooom with a view in the "Shiva Ganges View Guesthouse" and treat yourself to some yoga classes in the "Yoga World", both near the Mansarovar Ghat. but now the poem..


as i wander far from view

dream coloured rays of morning light
singing a silent song
fields of memory pass by
as the night train moves along

veiled figures following tainted tracks
that seem to lead nowhere
fateful strings of karma
weaving hazy patterns in the air

a soul walking in spirals
trying to find its way
neon words painted on old walls
that would have so much more to say

would you choose another future if you could
could you wear out and be new like winter wood

would you rather cut your heart
on the rough edges of reality
could you see that inside you
there is so much more to be

will we ever learn to listen
to the wind so bright
will we ever leap and sail
with the stars at night

will we ever find
the candle that brings on our light
will we ever be able
to tell wrong from right

next: stone stairways