For Amma & Achan

Early morning breeze created ripples on the silent estranged distributary of Ganges,
Met me when I walked over the rocks on the shore covered by the shining dew drops,
When I heard a bhajan from the distant temple over the mountain,
I bowed down, chose to meditate and pray not to Gods this time,
But to those who love me the most.

Written on Saturday, December 11, 2004

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