The Bells of Mayapur

My friend Braja Sorenson,  lives in Paschim Banga in the village of Mayapur, on the banks of a tributary of the Ganga. She often captures the sights and sounds of the area, which is full of fields, riverboats, simple folks, Krishna temples, and prayers.

As she says " Seriously, all you need to do is listen to the bells ringing in this little town, that's all the solutions anyone needs....."

One of her clicks below.  

Big, small,
hefty, dainty,
some simply hanging,
some additionally
tied up confused
in knots,
they all wait
individually
to be part of the praise
and prayer.

Unaware,
that the best music
happens,
with a devoted
moving touch,
that makes you
swing in prayer
with all those around you,
ringing away in joy,
despite those
thought holding
individual chains
trying to keep you in place...

Secular skies

I sometimes think the skies put on a special show, only for my friend Sylvia from Seattle.

As she says , " After a gray, grumpy, cloudy, cold, windy day, about six o'clock the skies began to clear and this was the glorious way we ended the day!"

I think some kind of prayers got answered ....

Green prayers
under an
erstwhile blue sky;

Dark clouds
gather,
bursting at the seams,
outrageously
hiding
the good,
the bright
and the shining.

Whether
it's
a semicircular dome,
a temple top
or the
faithful pair ,
praising the Lord,
hands
raised to the heavens,
something says,
that
the black
will soon pass
revealing
the peaceful,
smiling
all encompassing
blue
sky behind.....