The life-affirming image in the sky that inspired this poem.
There’s a time of day to witness nature’s crown in the sky. One can say with some honesty that customary mornings oftentimes make the magic of incantatory forms dissipate and not quite appear as they do around sunset.
That’s the perfect point to catch golden inflections. When the curtain of light opens itself. When the evening clouds are in repose and no longer believe in spreading their day-long expanse of lucid blue.
This particular day, my eyes could see a final blink from the sun, appearing without any inhibition, like melting butter, as if the ancestors themselves were purveyors of this beauty.
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Such a canvas is somber. The crows becoming incarnates of the departed and those stoic cows are at leisure, patches of pleasant white and brown with the green around them, as I feed them customary portions of the day’s feast.
Witnessing all this is the river around whom a ministry of faith rings in evening bell tolls and distant incantations; a sacred geometry since ancient awakenings.
This scenery, with the sun soft and dappled with life, a whole lineage reminisced in prayer, build up the laws of life and an almost incantatory mystery is in all of this, a mute songcraft only heard by a few.
The rituals of the day and a reprieve to the soul always bathed in golden light.
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NOTE: this poem is based on the Hindu/ Indian tradition of Pitrapaksha, in which we pray for departed elders, preparing a vegetarian feast in their name and then offering portions of it to crows and cows, in sacred consonance with them being symbols of the soul, of the mortal world. On such a day, I saw nature mingling with the somber mood of this observation.
Hence, the photograph above that I clicked and around which I have designed this poem.
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