“The Hindu goddess Ganga personifies India's most important river, the holy Ganges, that begins high in the Himalayan mountains and flows south into the Bay of Bengal. Here she holds a vessel brimming with Ganges water while sitting atop an enormous fish — the humpback mahseer, a species of carp native to the Ganges.
Ganga also holds a lotus flower, a symbol of purity and abundance. Mythical creatures peek from the waves and waterbirds soar across dark monsoon clouds.”
you held me all night, my Lord
unseen to the eye,
your grace, a lover's touch, wrapped my skin
unheard to the ears,
your name, my japa, vibrated through my braincells
Monsoon One, do you long for me as fully as i long for you?
do you call on me as ardently as i call on you?
you do, don't you, my Lord?
i am not alone in this quest
for every step i take towards you,
you take two towards me
for every tear i spill in yearning for you,
you ignite vīrya in my skin tissue
for every test of yours that i fail,
you yank me freer of delusion
i see it now, Hari.
you have been pulling me
by my hair and hands to you.
it was all you. it was always all you.
if i run to you as fast as my legs can take me,
will you meet me halfway?
you will, won't you, my Lord?
🦚 Happy Kṛṣṇa Janmāṣṭamī! 🙏 poem from my upcoming collection "the Monsoon One and the pilgrim". 💛
In diverse cultures from India to Tibet, living relatives perform intricate rituals to aid the dead in their spiritual journey, reflecting a shared belief in the importance of guiding souls into the afterlife.
BY REQUEST--SUNDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO: “All I Ever Need Is Love”—Rishikesh is a small city in India, set in the Himalayan foothills and known for temples, schools, and scenic views of the Ganges River*. On the edge of town sits the former ashram where, in 1968, the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi famously met with The Beatles, Donovan, Mike Love, and other notables to learn about meditation. Fast forward to 2016 for our month-long India tour. We had a few days in Rishikesh—a lovely city—walking around, getting my ears cleaned (a story unto itself), singing songs, and becoming the first Western musicians to perform live in one of the prestigious temples (an auspicious occasion). Later we found the Yogi’s former ashram (now a tiger reserve). Back in the USA a few years later, this song came to me—a George Harrison-inspired playback of our adventure in Rishikesh, with allusions to “white album” songs, the landscape, the tour bus, and the Fab 4. This was recorded by Uma Robin Mackey in our backyard in San Francisco. The silk shirt I’m wearing was custom made in Varanasi (a gift from Uma)…
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*Which reminded me of creeks and rivers where I grew up in Pennsylvania.
in Gangotrī i screamed for the Lord (excerpt) | the Monsoon One and the pilgrim | téa nicolae
(..) my cheeks, full in lilies
my mind, anointed by the half-moon bathing the Śivling
i walked and walked and walked
hungry for a glimpse of your feet
at crossroads
my torturous One of Monsoon
devised a game:
i felt
his lips
hovering
on my hair, hands, and eyelids
yet when i turned
my mouth
to claim
my longing
i could only kiss
a devious scent of lotus
the empty air
and a devious scent of lotus
after ten, twenty
thirty turns
and one hundred and eight hot tears
the mountain road came to a halt
you, nowhere to be found.
only a devious scent of lotus.
a perfume so deceitful
that when the milky ocean
was churned in the first aeon
the asuras did not taste nectar
for they chose not the elixir
but the conch streaming it instead
last crossroads in sight,
i screamed
ENOUGH.
MY LORD, IT IS ENOUGH.
TEAR MY CENTER
WED MY NAVEL
DO NOT HIDE FROM ME.
Gangā sizzled as your lotus scent filled my nostrils
maddened, i looked around for You, when, a whisper:
𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔.
excerpt from a poem from my upcoming collection “the Monsoon One and the pilgrim”. photo: Gangotrī at night. the Himālayas are calling again.