The days are filled with chats and food and walks and scenic beauty. the mornings wonderfully long and lazy with American breakfast. at any time pre-noon, noon, after-noon, the Sunset cafe, a sprint's time from my chosen haven in Pushkar, we lounge for nibbles and vicariously live the life across the ghat.
However...
In the night of being, I visited many parts of my mind. The silence seething its teeth deeper, when the world takes a back seat and the beat of the Jambe reverberates within the soft soil. Minutes later a handmade Didgeridoo joins in, the breeze rustles the Ashoka and someone lights a Jason. They go in tandem, like elements or senses, never over-shadowing one another. The body rests, the spirit awakens all that the body can absorb.
The magic will last in some part of my conscious forever. It’s a liberating awakening of oneself. A space refreshing for each organ, each sheath of skin, each sense - and all in giving silent moments.
