If I come back again ,
I will be in the land of Kilimanjaro
Under an Acacia tree
I will rest.
Or walk with the lions
Tame an elephant
and wear Red !
If I come back again,
Will I try to find you?
I may and I may not.
For I love watching sunsets alone,
See the colors change in the sky
And patterns the clouds make.
If I come back again
I may be a matriarch
In a herd
Majestic and mammoth
or just someone who watches
the snows of Kilimanjaro!
A long overdue blog about the path that I was seeking , or did the path seek me out ? Over the years the sheen of belief was wearing off and I was beginning to question the master about the magic - about faith becoming commercial, about what Bhaskar stated, "This is all about money". Packing my bags off and going solo isn't very uncommon in my life, but this time I was not on work per se. Checking-in into the Ashram, was on my bucket-list for ever-since, and it was an amazing experience. Despite the crowd, the ambiance just reverberated with a mix of reverence, energy , faith, hope, prayer - and questions too ! Like I mentioned before meditation was not about spiritual pyrotechnics, but a metaphor connected to life. Like the corner I chose had a vantage view of the stage and despite a stench that started emanating from the corner, I just could not leave that place, for the view that corner offered got me stuck there. Life is like that, we are often stuck in the rut , ...
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