Ode to Angamma

Ode to Angamma

Precious souls

Pressganged into slavery.

By the overlords

Of the British Raj

Aah Angamma

Your enduring courage,

I kneel before.

With Gratitude.

Changing my line of ancestry

Forever.

I see you.

I experience the dusty trip of bullock cart from village

To the distant city of Madras

I carry the memories

Of your arduous journey

Loaded in dungeons

Of hideous slave ships.

Your bridge of memory

Has united me with

The cradle of all humanity.

All biodiversity

Of all Life.

As I drink the nectar of the wisdom

Of my ancestors

I quench the fires of my own ignorance.

I slay the demons of arrogance

Taming my anger

Into ploughshares of Peace

As the alchemy of Fear to Love

Manifests.

On this day of memory

Began by those steps

One hundred and sixty two years ago

My Spirit recognises the

Absolute Truth.

That all our paths of Life lead

To the same Divine Source.

🙏💚❤️💙