We sit facing East, on the banks of the great Ganges for morning prayers. The sun slowly rises and my heart explodes into its essence. I am scattered like a thousand drops of sunlight dancing on the water, I drown in a sea of love. It’s the only language spoken here. Hindis Buddhists, Christians, Muslims, Jews, Sufis and so on. We pray in the language of love and taste it’s salty sweetness as it flows from our hearts into the great river of life.