Water

With two coconuts and wind to wave in ,there is angry God at the other shore.Between us and him there is a wading,as if of oblivion, of our never returning.

We are wading chest -high in waters and our heads below our drowning act.These waters are our common wading,a thread through our living and dying.

This is the very aqua inside the coconuts,waving in high wind, the very waters,we had come from and we had waded,when we had begun,our eyes still shut,to a blinding sun waiting at cave’s end.

(on a visit to Narsing Jeera temple in Bidar)