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37 / 108 〜 I die a thousand times embraced by these waters of life

36 / 108 〜 I cross the threshold through the stairs of life and death.

35 / 108 〜 Suspended in the waves of time I see through the mirror.

34 / 108 〜 Crossing upon the men that forgot their names

33 / 108 〜 I become a fleeting shadow reflected by this holy lake

32 / 108 〜 Caught between the worlds and the voices of the lake.

31 / 108 〜 Flowers floating over the gods among the feathers and bones

30 / 108 〜 Feeling the flowers of faith under my feet.

27 / 108 〜 Om Bhurbhuwasah, at Gayatri Mata Mandir

26 / 108 〜 We are in the house of God, where all faiths converge.

24 / 108 〜 The eyes of the desert, ageless, look at my heart

22 / 108 〜 The eyes of the eternal snake gaze upon the mirror of my soul

21 / 108 〜 In stillness I become the contemplating marble of the temple

20 / 108 〜 But always remember, shoes are not allowed in the ghats

19 / 108 〜 I see a fleeting moment vanishing in time, a memory of being

18 / 108 〜 Birds rest in the skies of Pushkar Lake.

17 / 108 〜 Here nothing is what it seems, everything is upside down

16 / 108 〜 Looking down I see the feet of God.

15 / 108 〜 Looking up I see the Moon through the temples.

14 / 108 〜 The colourful garments of bathing pilgrims dry under sun

09 / 108 〜 Building gratitude, step by step.

08 / 108 〜 Our beloved Pushkar wakes up to the morning sun.

06 / 108 〜 Give me truth or give me death

03 / 108 〜 Everything is Maya.

02 / 108 〜 Vanishing reflections of the Moon Palace in the sunset lake.

41 / 108 〜 Being no one, going nowhere, in this magical sea of sand