The walls were painted temple red.
This dream was just that kind of dream.
I saw no feeders nor the fed,
but my deep mind followed that stream
of color from décor to blood.
And seeing it not sacredly
saw red waters rising to flood
and paint the walls a shade deadly.
Taken November 9, 2019 in Bangalore.
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Oh, the glorious monotony
of mountain skies
an azure dome
in rare air highs
over the brome
And, too, the lake
float duck and drake
in mile high chill
A golden streak of light,
glowing off the Ganga
like the opening scene
of a fury-destined manga.
The silent, gliding boats
give way to bells and horns
as sadhus leave the ghats
with the fading of the morn.
Gone the floating lamps and flowers,
so ends that magic orange hour.
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