Varanasi

water like a mirror reflects faces of the dead

in the play of light and shade I melt

time has stopped in the flight to eternity

bodies sail in the cycle of birth and death

river accepts everything

it takes the memory of things

in tranquil breath of reality

I float on the other side

I can fly higher and higher

passing the limits

born from a drop of creation

in the last gasp of life I pass