Category: India, a Return to
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Goa (Into the Bardo)
xxxviii an ashram, i sink into, not knowingthe outcome. blackbird says, “be here now”and i listen. i don’t know what to do. so i do what i do best, i flee. i escape into Goan waters, it goes to my mid thighs, each wave, a resurgence, a remembering. i’m stripped down,to an olive green bikiniwith my blonde hairdripping wet with sea salt and grief. …
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Gokarna (Into the Bardo)
xlii amidst the dance, that flows around me, i feel a friction, a heavy resistance. i am in Gokarna. admist deities of great divine. pujas and worship, expression outwards,redirection inwards. yet..i feel so small. i wish to be elsewhere. i don’t know where. the friction grows. like the clicking of blackbird’s talons on glassmy mind is spinning faster than the beating of festival drums.“what…
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Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)
xlv i am cocoonedin eternal hibernation,far gone. deeplysinkingfalling in the slumbers,into the Bardo. absorptioninto nothingness. neither hereneither there. ultimate absorption. i hear under desert ambience,3 piercing cries, a vulture’s alarm: “WAKE UP!!!!” i hear, but keep my eyes shut.i don’t need to open them,i know it is him calling- black bird. “madam…it’s time you wake up.it’s festival season.” i…
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Vancouver Departures pt 1 (Into the Bardo)
“what is it like to die?” i asked. so small. so timid. my words, unveiling fate. aware of what’s to come, i cannot backtrack. thirty two hours from now.. departure. time is not linear, and in this moment, i need it to freeze. he is this embodiment. he is this person. with him, i feel bonded.like family, from another time. i…
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Cancer Moon (Prelude to India)
i am pulled.to where, i dont know. but i go, into the cold, into the night, alone. i am miles from home reached first by car, but now i am on foot. it is winter in Alberta prairies. the white snow is muted grey, with outline of trees against black skies. i am not properly dressed, i feel burning in my finger…
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