Of Benaras, the Zen City, I am a City-Zen. 

The Return

I am returning soon,
to the sounds, the images of people by the river.
With my guitar I'll croon,
to the lights, the shadows of Ganga, the giver... 

O’ Benares, what have you done? I find myself helplessly trapped in your story, lost in your streets and consumed by your fires.

It was a special evening. Sunset-time. Madeline Peyroux playing through my Bose, Tommy hanging around, kites in the sky, that deep blue something ready to happen. I wish I could freeze that moment. Si looked so peaceful as she stared at the sun, that perfect circle in the sky, that primordial shape in my eye.

Aghora Shiva Heart

Benaras to Dubai...

Oldest to newest,
Sense to Nonsense,
Timelessness to Time,
Chaos to Organisation,
Happiness to Unhappiness,
Gridlessness to Grids,
Systemless to Matrixes,
Circles to Angles,
Toe to toe to back to back,
Rivers to deserts,
Monkeys to Camels,
There to here...

And guess what
"I see three faces in the mirror."

I miss

I miss my Kashi. I miss the times on the terrace, two chai's, cigarettes, Tommy, birds, monkeys. I miss the peace in the oasis of the Shiva-Ganga lodge. I will return soon and hug the trees, pet the dogs, the calves and the cows, walk the gulleys and the ghats and find everlasting peace in a boat on the Ganges...