Tag: Photography

  • Goa (Into the Bardo)

    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. …

  • Gokarna (Into the Bardo)

    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…

  • Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)

    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…

  • Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)

    xlvi i’m astate of greyscale. i feel stripped. is this freedom or aloneness? i exitthe train.unlikeany reality i’ve experienced before.  arrivedin darki watchthe blackbird flickering his wings, “aajao”. (come) he flutters into the sky like a whim- perching on a rooftop ledge, he calls me.  i climb repaired stairsi seethe guru, standing, presence like a lion. fierce.  the sunrising,sunlight…

  • Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    Hauz Khas Arrival (Into the Bardo)

    xlix i awake.  far from home,i sense it.this is unlike before… a thread softly knitted into my sternum pulls me – “challo” (let’s go)  i exit a buildingleaving behindwhite wallsand florescent lighting. i step into a side street, the air, smoggy and misty – sets the toneof mystic arrival.  “go.” i wander down a rustic alley, New Delhi ambience,street carts, food vendors,infusing…