Shanti Shloka

15 days spent in Sikkim.
I went there in search of peace.
and I found it. In every drop of rain.
Mist that erased mountains.
In Silence.
In sunlight.

To yellow walls.
to our bodies that we underestimate.
To remembering divinity.
and the absolute.
and love found not in fingertips
but every thing that shimmers.

much much more later.
Sacred lakes, Monks, Peace, Art, Hollowlands.

1 comment:

Arvi Ridgewell said...

'shutterfly' i dont know what worries me more, your ability to take some ultra-smashing pictographs or the ability to transfer that, without distortion, into words.