Wednesday, March 11, 2015

In Phyang the air is so fine… like an elixir. Despite the cold.  Despite the minus 4 or 5 or whatever min that you’ve plunged to, from your  cocoon of Mumbai 35 deg C. And then you realize how sharp clean the air is, even if your heart thuds at twice its usual staid speed.

You walk for miles it seems, and there is NO SOUND except the crunch of grit underfoot. And yet, you know you are safe.

For you have been blessed and protected… a darshan that can change your lifeline… what a privilege. Abundance. And gratitude.


You come back home, come back to the same old… yet you know something’s changed.


4 comments:

Billy said...

I love everything you write!

63mago said...

I had to search for "darshan". If Mr. Wiki is right it describes a moment when something is seen, an understanding, insight. I very much like that the radix of the word means "sehen", to see, videre - in all it's variations.
You saw something, and it did not frighten you, you understood something. It's great and you are a part of it.

63mago said...

Btw - this landscape, these mountains - if I were there, I think these mountains would scare me to death. I think it is rough, violent and in no way forgiving. This land forces one to concentrate, one needs exactly to know what to do, it does not forgive.
These mountains are like kings. Compared to this, Franconia is a playground for small children ...

PQ said...

Nice Austy, wish I had the darshan too :)