towers without walls and radiating with power, gardens rows of life and crunchy delicious green. granite, hard rock, carving, carved into images of power. bamboo poles 3 and half feet long, hollow and that hum when spun through the air.

discovery of space, sweet space, painful space atop those towers and in these gardens, near the basil, and under the pink rising sun.


anger. at the world back home and how it clings like a leech sucking and sucking and not letting go, ignoring the buring or the cutting or the attempts at gentle seperation and just hanging on.

but i breathe and try to no create conflict in this world and laugh at the tendrils that home throws out at me and i just let my thoughts be carried away on the warm or the dogs sloppy tongue or in the retroflex consonants of kanada.(local language)

id say i miss you, but i dont. i remember you alot and enjoy those moments of remembrance as im running up a hill wearing a lungi tied at my waist and dashing among hot rocks scattering monkeys, lizards and snakes. looking for shiva, knowing he sits atop the world, atop this hill. so i reach the top. i breathe, and lay down on a sun drenched rock watching the clouds aid in the closing of the day and how rays of light cut through the sky trying to gain more attention as he fades, i turn my head looking up and left and see the moon, just over half full risen, sitting patiently in the sky, a clear sky, no clouds around and just waiting for her time to shine and bask this town, this temple, and this time in its magnificent reflected light.

of course i cannot wait for such things and dash back down the mountain to the van and rush off to an afterschool program(balkendra) for village children where we all dance in a furry of english and kanada, they sing for us and we sing for them(the american side presented a few cartoon themes, a radical cheer, and a song from rent).

life is so ineffably wonderful that im going to lounge in the sun and read write and dream the rest of this free day away.

demetrius