Monday, September 26, 2016

I : Monologue From My Past

I came across these writings from my visit to Ladakh last year.

Plump sparrows swing from slender willows.

Utter silence - wind breathes in my ear to the rhythm of my footfall.

Wind gusts of petals,
Apricot blossoms rain all over me.

white butterfly, flits in hide and seek, amongst apricot blossoms.

Gnarled wood,
Fragile blossoms.
My heart?

Silence sings -
within or without?

Two days of Sun; Siachen river turns from slow clear turquoise to loud, fast and muddy.

Yak boulders sit around a white Mane.

Prayer flags fly over petty hearts.

I read " Buddha can be defined as one who has abandoned wrong actions and is in continuous quest for self knowledge". But self interest and query are pre-requisites to defining right and wrong?

Suffering is primarily a  human infliction, from within or without, rather than a Karmic expression.