⍟151. MOTHER GANGA

The Ganga flows in my heart

Takes with her every illusion

It can only be a divine presence

Force of good, force that overcomes me

The Ganga is a precious mother

May her waters wash my past lives

Carry far away, O bountiful mother,

All the sorrows and all the karmas

There was a war of gods in the air

There in Benares, I went down the stairs

Walking now in the shadowy ghats,

Looking at the ashes of what I once was

I thought then of reaching the other shore,

That was what I asked in this dark cave

To Lord Shiva, a message

Of peace, love, future freedom

Lord, what do I do here in this instant?

In which another instant comes to present itself

I hardly have time to feel

And much less how to think

Child, it is now, it is here in this moment,

That your mind can stop

And the distance between these two points

Is the eternity that you came to seek

And so, ending, here, my journey,

The Santo Daime and Mother Ganga,

The hummingbird placed a drop of nectar

In the Lotus flower of my heart