Marigold flower heads, used in religious ceremonies, dry on a roof above a flower market near Khari Baoli, in the heart of Old Delhi A folk artist at Dilli Haat,New Delhi
In the busy commercial center of Old Delhi, a worker outside a shop twists a length of syrup that will be used to make sweets
A ful-wallah delivers flowers on his bicycle in the district of Mehrauli, one of seven ancient cities that are now a part of Delhi
Within me there are hidden a whole bunch of people
looking through my eyes - sometimes with a blink of smile
sometimes with some sadness -
by repeating old encounters working through knotted dependencies
and still not coming together
Through the long chain of incarnations the spiral comes nearer to the center
nothing is lost, all links are present:
The Russian musician, singer, dancer, actor, - surrendering
The proud and desperate red Indian, - giving up
The wise Egyptian priest and temple builder, - piercing through limits
The buddhist tantra monk, - lost in love affairs with temple dancers
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