;ust past midnight in Varnasassi  and silence fills the air 

I wake and hear in the distance the car horn

Waiting for another soun that does not come

stillness moves me to unlock my door and wrap indias

Sari around whatever order of clothes needs to be covered...

Barefoot on marble floors laid a lifetime ago 

Faces of the night seem familiar as their are less of them or one

A poster of christ sacred Heart shine everpresent above the ‎ statues of kali, lord Krishna, and gods, prayer and people mold on the streets a motion that will fit into itself as the Ganges tell it's tale.

I am here at the Haifa, somewhere I have been and belong in a timeless street where we have all lived before. Today has begun in the shedding of anything I can carry with me for empty hands will have more to receive.

Today I will bring my fill heart, my compassionate heart as helper not guest, as mother,sister, with son,  as servant ,as America, to the boys of the Bal Ashram ‎.

Ganges is yet to be seen from this viewpoint and the diaster seems to be part of the night silence.

Kmg2016