To Anoushka

I go beyond maps, seeking the language of beings
when she pulls my strings, healing me, awakening
the waves, writing a new lexicon just for my ears.

My personal longitude changes, resting between her fingers
as I follow the frequency of the earth's eletromagnetic field,
going where I sought directions.

She leaves impressions that expands and whispers
the poetry written on the petals of the Lotus.
I have no body, no mind, no ego anymore.
I am one and all breathing under water.
Breathing slowly, slowly.

Breathing together with Anoushka,
feeling The God and The Goddess
embraced in a sound.

Karla Bardanza

This poem is a tribute to Anoushka Shankar.
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