Something I penned a while earlier...Kanchenjunga is the third highest mountain, close to our upcoming Ashram. Thought I would share this... Inky darkness pervades. Cold. Permeates. I look down in the valley The village lights are blurred, cosmically Photoshopped. I wait. Knowing what will be revealed. Faint outlies appear - silver-grey of the peaks of my Mother She who has given so much to me. How did this bond manifest? I have no answer - but Im glad Facing Mt. Kanchenjunga - the five pillars of snow I try to still my thoughts and merely experience Moments pass - minutes, hours - I know not Silver-grey to silver, her outlines sharpen Shades of purple, prussian blue, hint of orange; The subtle pallete of the Gods is generous. As yet the unseen risng of the sun starts its play. Pure gold as the first rays strike only the tips of the highest peaks. There she is in all her glory revealing herself - only to me. Silence modulated by the whispers of the wind Shimmering, ethereal Infinity in a moment Impressions in the mind not to analyze - but realize. No words are necessary. This is one-ness - to be hoarded away and savoured like an elixir when needed to cope with my mundane reality Hint of what can be from what is. May your practice lead you on, ever higher May nature show her face to the unique you May you have the courage and perseverance to continue on the Path - and merge with the vision in front of you, inside you. If this is my last act in this world, gazing on you, May it lead to the upward path in my next life. O Mother, cleanse and purify me.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 14:32:50 +0000
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