India, a strange land of temples and elephant gods
where they give away food and eat from banana leaves
with their brown hands and anything left is fed to the cows
Assam women smiling behind their looms
Weave fairy tales into your dreams, sir
Look forward to a golden future!
Living king-size under a banyan tree
Living in Jaipur, Udaipur, Benares
Haveli courtyard, a little heaven, a paradise
Amazing Taj Mahal, amazing India!
Dusty roads of Rajasthan,
Hey, Jutti! I like your footwear, man
Holy Steps, Sufi Music
Every class, group and creed, respect their Bible,
Ji Namaste and Om Shanti
Golden Temple, Amritsar, houseboat in Srinagar
Yoga, karma, release from cares
taking Ganesha and morning prayers.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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