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DAILY PHOTO: Pari Mahal, Srinagar
I’m just back from three weeks of travel in Kashmir and Ladakh. I’m planning on doing a post about our experience traveling in Kashmir, which was interesting–to say the least–owing to the renewed unrest there of recent weeks. (It didn’t feel dangerous, but it was quite restrictive.)
DAILY PHOTO: Creepy Fern-Fringed Gnome
DAILY PHOTO: Boats Parked in the Mekong Delta
DAILY PHOTO: The Sign That Tells You That You Just Walked Down the Wrong Alley
DAILY PHOTO: Tree in the Setting Sun
That’s 1,000 Posts, and I’m Out of Here
DAILY PHOTO: Precarious Rock
DAILY PHOTO: Narayana Gurukula Bangalore
Well I’m back from my 10-day Thai Yoga Bodywork course, and will resume a normal posting schedule.
While I was gone I visited a couple interesting places. One of which was the Narayana Gurukula Bangalore location. This small and simple ashram is watched over by a sweet lady known to visitors as “Ma”… and some really menacing looking dogs. Above is the interior of what might be called the main hall. There are some interesting stone carvings and artworks across the property as well as a little stone temple and a lilliputian book house.
I wasn’t familiar with Narayana Guru before my visit. There have been so many gurus in India, and it’s hard to know of them all. However, this particular guru and his disciples (one of whom, Nataraja Guru, started the Gurukulam) held forward-thinking views on society and spirituality. A Hindu, Narayana guru advocated unity between traditions and a focus on introspection as the route to betterment.
POEM: Twisted Time
Six months a year
the river flows
away from the sea.
Entropy’s fall?
No.
The fits and starts
of progress are
not rooted in
twisted time.
Here,
blacksmiths exist.
The hammer bounces
on the anvil
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Ordered repetition,
until the steel begins
to bend and twist
and flex and tear.
It tears like taffy,
taffy glowing orange.
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What is time for
that glowing rod?
The fire makes
its molecules
race and feud.
The hammer spreads
time into an eternity
of
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