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A Mama's World: March 2015
A Mama's World
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
The pundit
He sat chanting the mantras Loud, clear, booming. Echoing around the room. Peace, Serenity, in spite of the pain and tears. The mantras did not reach them "Cover your head" "Throw it this way" "Not the right, the left" Peace, Serenity vanished. The ritual over. The pundit looks up and says, "Let the good words in, Let the bad words out" and turns to look at me. So much meaning in those words So much care in those looks Care as a human soul for another. Balm for the wound. God comes to life.
Svaha. The body is gone. Maybe the soul lingers To watch the tears To watch the pain To watch the sorrow. Some speechless in sorrow Tears well up and dry Well up again and dry again The loss permanent, irreversible, unfathomable. Others vocal about the rightness of the ritual The mantra doesn't reach the soul. The ritual rules, the body rules. The essence non-existent, The spirit non-existent. The fire burns, the woods crackle The tears can't smother the fire. The fragrance no match for the heat. Mace, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Ghee, Clove Burns and burns, till none remains. The hours pass unnoticed The chants reverberate The mind numbs to the pain Thoughts cease. Feelings cease. The chants overpower all. The distance between the two worlds vanished. Svaha.
