Steps to the river

The temple was open to the bright noon sun

soft winter wind near Ganges 

Desires so many veiled desires dancing with the wind in this small temple

Was it fear of manifestation? Was it fear of repression?

she was dizzy almost unconscious as if the river enchanted attempts to sweep her away

as if the river was the whole earth calling her along

shedding the shadows of the afternoon 

The coins to Huron given for a the walk to the other side of Hades

One fine afternoon at a Ganges ghat forgotten goddess of an unfulfilled dream

appeared and descended down the steps to her mothers heart… 



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