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By:Padma Venkatraman


            If He’s the soul of compassion, why does He let people suffer?”

            Chandra shrugs.

            “Physics says every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

            Karma is kind of the same, isn’t it?

            Good actions result in rewards, sooner or later.

            If you cause suffering, instead, something bad will return to you.

            As for God, the fact that atoms are inside everything

            tells me God is within us all.

            I see His cosmic dance of creation as

            the spinning of electrons within every atom.

            Science is God enough for me.”

            But not

            for me.


I think of the last time I was at this temple with Paati,

            her silver head bent in prayer, so empowered by her faith.

            The image of her, so sure, so firm in her belief,

            gives me comfort.

            And though I’m not sure what God means to me

            or if He hears me,

            I pray as hard as I can

            for Paati’s safe return home.





SEEING

SHIVA





Home from the hospital,

            Paati can no longer pray sitting cross-legged

            on the floor in front of our household altar.

            I offer to bring the other deities to our bedside table

            where my Shiva dances.

            Paati shakes her head.

            So instead, I fetch the bottle of oil.

            As I massage her,

            Paati says, “Objects of prayer used to help me focus my mind.

            I don’t need them anymore.

            Shiva dances everywhere.

            In everyone. In everything.”





DANCE

YOGA





In class with Govinda,

            I fall almost at once.

            He pulls me to my feet,

            his eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Something’s wrong.”


“My grandma had a heart attack.

            She’s home now, but I’m so scared—” My voice breaks.

            He strokes my back. “I’m glad she’s better now.”

            His voice is a soothing balm.


I add, “Akka says I’m clearly showing my pain,

            but not the peace Gautami found after accepting her loss.

            I don’t feel peaceful, Govinda.

            I can’t show what I don’t know.”


Govinda stands erect.

            Starts

            moving

            slower than I thought possible.

            Watching his body flow

            from one pose to the next,

            moving in concert with the rise and fall of his chest,

            is as calming

            as watching clouds drift across a blue sky.