To live along the banks of this great mother river this past week has been the greatest gift. She is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night.
In India all rivets are considered female and the Ganga, the Maha or Great Mother river. She gives life to all things.
She calls me constantly to come see. I slip off by myself and run down to meet her like a secret lover. We touch and dissolve into one another. I am swept away into the intimate flow of life itself.
There is no vessel large enough
To contain this love
Not even the depths of
my soul can hold it.
It pours itself out spilling everywhere.
My mind tries to wipe it up, but
it spreads out into infinity.
Namaste Jude
ahh….samadhi
Hara hara Ganga Ma! Clarissa Pinkola Estes has spoken of “el rio debajo del rio,” the river underneath the river, and Heraclitus said that when you step in a given river, it’s never the same river twice. There is so much in and on and under Ma Ganga, the Maha river of rivers. I am positive that She is happy to have made your acquaintance–She has always known you. (And the photo shows how well you fit in, how much you belong by Her side.) Bathe and enjoy the bathing.
From another river on another side of our beloved planet, namaste to you and to Ma Ganga and to all the other bathers.
Sara