On my last pilgrimage to the holy town
of Vrindavan, India, I contacted Typhoid…
I wrote this poem the evening before I
was diagnosed and rushed three hours away to a hospital in New Delhi. As I
suffered that evening, I contemplated what it must feel like for a once verdant
area to become a desert. That year of my visit, the monsoon rains had failed,
meaning they didn't arrive.
The rains are
crucial for crops that feed the Indian continent.
For days I fretted about what no rain would mean for millions of people during the coming year. Somehow I felt that my suffering was the suffering of all people and animals and the earth itself.
For days I fretted about what no rain would mean for millions of people during the coming year. Somehow I felt that my suffering was the suffering of all people and animals and the earth itself.
'Woman Carrying Pot' by photographer Anders Blomqvist |
Before I Knew it was Typhoid
Metal
meets metal
worn cylinder sounds
release to crickets’ night trill
then
intrudes again into twilight’s static:
raw pads reflect
driver’s reflex and neglect
Vrindavan,
once oasis,
where still a river flows,
becomes a desert
please
will you notice
underground water evaporates:
how many towns will vanish?
Tonight
birds are silent, monkeys still
the volcano sun will wait
short hours to spill lava scorching
even
absent, the white globe reigns
earth’s fever does not subside
as the village, so, too, I lie
awake,
pinned
between walls and ceiling ignited
a ravening flame sears the brain
echoing
people, animals--earth’s last wish--
peacocks screech in relentless heat:
Extinguish this blaze
We are dying.
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(780 million people on our planet lack access to clean water.
Click here for more information)
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(780 million people on our planet lack access to clean water.
Click here for more information)
Gathering around well for water |
Pranada Comtois spent two decades immersed as a contemplative-ascetic in an ashram, and the next twenty years raising a family and running two multi-million dollar businesses with the intention of embodying practical spirituality in the world. She brings the wisdom of multiple traditions and lessons from her own practice into her writing and speaking. Pranada is a spiritual activist who advocates for the Way of the Feminine Divine and the practice of unconditional love in daily life for personal and community transformation (Bhakti). She blogs at Little Ways of Being and is passionate about empowering women to find their unique gifts, voices, and strengths and to usher them into the world. Connect with her on facebook here.
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Such a beautiful, moving piece. "Extinguish this blaze we are dying." It says so much. Peace
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