The Bridgekeeper is my Lord.
The Bridgekeeper is my Love.
The Bridgekeeper is my long, lone friend.

He waits, relentless, statuesque, at the high tide line of the two worlds -
sparkling in fathomless, laughing eyes, the flame of countless stars.
Push on! – the fate of so many lifetimes impels you to this junction.

With tender gesture, fear of annihilation evaporates, mist lifts.
“I am in yonder void even as this lantern illuminates your path hither.
I am the keeper, I am the ocean, I am the bridge.“

The Bridgekeeper is my Lord.
The Bridgekeeper is my Love.
The Bridgekeeper is my long, lone friend.

A sudden insight
A reflection
of the macrocosm in the microcosm
Our smaller units dividing

We knew it would happen
But when & how -
well, that time is now

But no worries - it’s only a ride after all
So hold on tight as we approach the big one
And don’t look down!

India is a land of contradictions.

Walking through a back alley in Delhi, on one side the wall is decorated with tiles bearing images of Gods, Goddesses and Deities. Turn my head the other way and I see children sorting through waste and shovelling it with their hands onto an enormous pile of rubbish.

This vast country, famous for its rich spiritual heritage, with its huge population, has an enormous waste problem.
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