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…
Thank Gaia 