Mahabalipuram beer in a teapot sand dynasty washed by the sea
Pretty girl sways her hips to a sixties psychedelic rave party going on
Half way point to my ashram-
Long way from Krishnamurti on Adyar wanderings under the banyan tree
Reading freedom from the known
Listening to the Imam’s call to prayer in the dying light
An old woman whispered in my ear-‘can you feel the sacredness here’?
I felt my soul leap/ recognition perhaps?
Shantivanam my forest of peace-
Here in my tiny hut I sit with my creature friends’ fireflies sparkle above
My mosquito net-spiders cling like trapeze artists as
Bats hug the walls
Later I dig a well for Yesudas laughing in the mud and water with
My Yogananda man
In the morning light
Sanyassins arrive by bullock cart wearing their robe of the dead
Peace comes by waiting
I stand by the river smoking under a hundred billion stars
Peace comes by waiting.