Blood of our veins
was not turmeric and vermilion,
ours the waters of a different ocean
all flowing into singularity
They light the lamps
dress the courtyards
while I light candles
in the closets of my mind
Buttery glow as they chant
I whisper prayers to you
mineral tang of salt and sea
the currents that carried you away
This Festival of Lights, good over evil,
I wonder, will you return? Somewhere
along the Gulf Stream in my heart,
or melding with the Ganges of my mind?
They light their lamps
I light mine (and yours), to see
your ashes a rangoli on the current
Lit brilliant by the diya of my heart
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The Gulf Stream and the Ganges River are thousands of miles apart, but it pleases me to think they intersect in the form of souls.
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In memory of Big Bro, out fishing the cosmic sea.
14 November 2010
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i read this as I await news about an incredible friend who is hooked up to machines and prayers.
ReplyDeleteWe wait. Remembering what has been, and pray for what will be.
peace.
Kevin, as I was reading this I immediately thought of your brother...I smiled when I saw the tribute.
ReplyDeleteGood one :)
Brig bro is proud of you, always.
love ~ Rene
Big bro I mean...I really don't know how Brig bro feels about you, but with a name like Brig bro...aww shaddup now, Rene
ReplyDeleteI think he'd like that. Diwali is pretty big in these parts since we have a pretty huge Indian population here. I think festival of fireworks would be a better title though.
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