After the holy city of Haridwar
the dusty plains are left behind.
In the distance the foothills climb
to the top of the world,
and here, like an Intercessor
between the gods and man,
nestles Rishikesh.
Embracing Mother Ganga
this religious fantasy come true
hosts graceful temples,
garish artifacts,
peaceful ashrams.
The gentle sweetness of charas
fills the air, and the eyes of sadhus,
and other holy men,
testify to the effectiveness
of their communion.
Avatars walk the narrow streets,
surrounded by the swirling notes
of chants and mantras,
pleased with this bustling invocation
of the ancient Way.
The ghats are busy,
confirming the endless dance of Natraj,
with the fire and smoke
symbolising destruction and rebirth,
while the Ganges welcomes
the ashen remnants
of this cycle of the Wheel.
Floating candles in small clay boats
illuminate the river’s gentle flow,
bearing sparks of Brahman home.
