Endless Varanasi

Because Varanasi is beyond words, my blog is suffering for lack of verbosity and will probably continue to be afflicted for the next couple of weeks. Not that my mind is not running, it is (as always), but my senses often take over as I try to absorb the alleyways full to the brim of colors, sounds and smells that assault my brain patterns and lay my thoughts, worries and preoccupations to rest. More than any other place in India I feel a deepening sense of peace as an ancient pace takes over my stride, allowing me to breathe deeper and relax my mind. Even as I write this, a band of men shouting, "Ram, Ram, Satya Hain!" (God, God, God is Truth!) stream by with a corpse hoisted on their shoulders, all within reach of this keyboard, spectator, and screen. I guess words defy the experience, so in their place I humbly offer pictures and (hopefully) a sense of immutable peace that flows constantly from this place on earth.