Vashishtha's Cave

Vashishtha's Cave
This poem is offered by John David Wilson from his experiences in the mountains out of Rishikesh, India


The blue green Ganges
gushes through the mountain gorge
to water the fields of India.


So, too, my world heart
Pours peace upon
open souls.

Swift glacial run off
Remains of ancient snows:
Capturing light years
of star light
Within your atomic ecstasies
Deep in the cave of the body
Eternal star burst flowers in Bliss.

As we follow the river
Back down the
to Rishikesh,

Glimpses of ancient meditations
The energy still almost audible,
Now in the cave of the skull:

Mantras cutting valleys
through the mindfield.