Now back home after a long travel in mother India, I find my self reminiscing a lot.
Beautiful memories, intense memories, beautiful music, and nature, great civilization , food, people, fabrics, the sun, and the moon hanging on the night skies, the big bear always appearing during long night trains or sleeper buses.
Precious new friends and holy places. But the most holy is the whole, since there is a wholeness and so much diversity fits under one country and is celebrated equally during the cycles of the year, life and death.
What is lacking is the western insecurity, since some things there are settled, even when strugling, faith takes care of it, every individual is holding god within. Brahman.
So now returned, but still there, I brought my masala chai and thali back with me. Adapted to the local resourceful nature.
And I celebrate what was there, what is here, in a new mind body and soul.
Bringing back some fabrics, singing bowls, plenty of memories, and mindfulness.
Takes a lot of time to adapt, seeing old patterns, revising views and recognising patterns. It surely deserves the long lasting chaos and turbulence.
After the storm peace comes. A newly accomplished peace, different from the concept or idea of peace in the north, on the south, west or east. A more profound one. The one of equanimity.
One has to experience to understand. Just as the Eastern Philosophy teaches. Experience before belief.
Beautiful memories, intense memories, beautiful music, and nature, great civilization , food, people, fabrics, the sun, and the moon hanging on the night skies, the big bear always appearing during long night trains or sleeper buses.
Precious new friends and holy places. But the most holy is the whole, since there is a wholeness and so much diversity fits under one country and is celebrated equally during the cycles of the year, life and death.
What is lacking is the western insecurity, since some things there are settled, even when strugling, faith takes care of it, every individual is holding god within. Brahman.
So now returned, but still there, I brought my masala chai and thali back with me. Adapted to the local resourceful nature.
And I celebrate what was there, what is here, in a new mind body and soul.
Bringing back some fabrics, singing bowls, plenty of memories, and mindfulness.
Takes a lot of time to adapt, seeing old patterns, revising views and recognising patterns. It surely deserves the long lasting chaos and turbulence.
After the storm peace comes. A newly accomplished peace, different from the concept or idea of peace in the north, on the south, west or east. A more profound one. The one of equanimity.
One has to experience to understand. Just as the Eastern Philosophy teaches. Experience before belief.
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