Drizzly beautiful Dharamkot morning.
Big window in the little room.
First morning after Vipassana.
The center bell rings in the distance..wakes me.
Green trees dance with the breeze.
Fresh green after a night of rain.
I watch as the clouds roll in.
10 mins and the clear sky is filled with clouds.
They roll in from the ground.
Like smoke rising after a fire is put out.
Like a movie recorded over a couple of hours..just 10 mins. Rolling, curving between the old trees.
How will I ever leave, when there is so much to do –
Meditate, Meditate and watch the world from my window.
Tea & bread at the stall outside the center gates.
Walk in the forested path to the next village.
Tears come rolling down.
Why am I crying?
Old pine trees surround.
Snow peaks just behind.
Stroll along the rocks on the curving path.
The sun touches the snow so bright.
First rays of the sun to reach.
First few rays which cut through the clouds.
The tears do not stop.
Who am I? Who am I?
The trees answer.
But I can’t grasp.
The birds answer.
The breeze, the distant plains, the far away lake.
And I point at the reflection of the moon in the still waters of the Earth
I was born for the Sky to descend to the Earth
C o u r a g e
F e a r
T r u s t
“She was looking at the moon — it was beautiful. Even reflections are beautiful, because they reflect the absolute beauty. The world is also beautiful because it is a reflection of God…A man’s face is beautiful, the body is beautiful, because they reflect. The trees are beautiful, the birds are beautiful, because they reflect. The reflection is so beautiful — what to say about the original?”