Rivers, Ganga, Yamuna, Sarabhu and the
Mahi, the Achiravati, in the stories of the great Sage;
a confluence of rivers
walking along Mill river, this after
noon!
the river overflowed;
all the rivulets
were swollen, hugging forest floor,
liquid paths meandering
transcending;
from a mountain range; unseen,
Himalayas?
Truth is to be seen here and now; timeless
with an urgency of here, and in the now,
Different rivers meet at
one point, the point of understanding; when seen through, leads to
‘ending of the pain’
Point of confluence of
many rivers,
in the stories of the great Sage.
Bird of Paradise
