Of rafts, rivers, and rituals
‘The farther the river runsThe more its waters riseIn the distance the banks disappearThe eyes are tricked into losing directionThe flowing water turns blueAnd tastes salty in the mouthWe can no longer plumb the ocean floorAs sky and water blend together’¹ It is said that the mere utterance of the triptych phrase “Bhūr-bhuvah-svah – the…