In Varanasi, and Napoli too, and all ancient places:
that are and have been continually inhabited until this day,
human consciousness has cut out age-old psychic channels:
greased pathways of human thought and expression –
torrents of emotion, energy, and desire that flow in their streets.
Where mind-streams of casual unconscious passers-by,
can easily fall into pre-cut grooves: templates of behavior,
that reincarnate endlessly the same activity: the same moments,
and dramas like well-rehearsed well-loved scenes, or
like the contagious rhythm and infectious lyrics of a classic song.
“It’s rude to read people.”
“Don’t mistake telepathy for intimacy, dear one”
“Keeping your eye focused on the inner One. Seeing the phenomenal as One is the greatest gift you can leave as a trace in the collective pathways of human consciousness.”
“Cut such a groove, such a channel of Oneness perception that many mind streams will fall helplessly into this great Dharma channel.”
Swaha!