Tag: Travel
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Gokarna (Into the Bardo)
xlii amidst the dance, that flows around me, i feel a friction, a heavy resistance. i am in Gokarna. admist deities of great divine. pujas and worship, expression outwards,redirection inwards. yet..i feel so small. i wish to be elsewhere. i don’t know where. the friction grows. like the clicking of blackbird’s talons on glassmy mind is spinning faster than the beating of festival drums.“what…
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Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)
xlv i am cocoonedin eternal hibernation,far gone. deeplysinkingfalling in the slumbers,into the Bardo. absorptioninto nothingness. neither hereneither there. ultimate absorption. i hear under desert ambience,3 piercing cries, a vulture’s alarm: “WAKE UP!!!!” i hear, but keep my eyes shut.i don’t need to open them,i know it is him calling- black bird. “madam…it’s time you wake up.it’s festival season.” i…
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Hampi pt 1: Savasana (Into the Bardo)
xlvi i’m astate of greyscale. i feel stripped. is this freedom or aloneness? i exitthe train.unlikeany reality i’ve experienced before. arrivedin darki watchthe blackbird flickering his wings, “aajao”. (come) he flutters into the sky like a whim- perching on a rooftop ledge, he calls me. i climb repaired stairsi seethe guru, standing, presence like a lion. fierce. the sunrising,sunlight…
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Vancouver Departure, pt 2 (Into the Bardo)
blackened sky,crimson coat,widened eyes.vancity, love. i’m left standing on granville street,Vancouver. traffic blocked. waiting. gulping down,potentials,that you willarrive soon. sipping humid air,chilling tension,two bags packed.no return. i am left exposed, tender, raw.my brothers ashi brought to sea here, now i’m awarewhat’s to come.unknowinghow to feel. i breathe calm. you are here. you get out of the car, opening the…
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the wild ones
as i becomemore and more disenchanted and broken beyond repair- i go, without a planletting myself getlost in the forest. i find them there.or do they find me? eyes are lockedtrust is built. a danceinto unknown. we pausein the void. i find the truth i was seeking, spoken by those who cannot speak. they are mineto observe.i am theirsto protect. and…
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