A puff of air
And ‘I’ offer this flower
That sprinkles in all directions
As a good friend once shared
All in one and one in all
Another puff of air
And words gone
How absurd is consciousness seeking Purpose? Isn’t that the spectacle of Life? Sometimes I laugh Sometimes I cry Crave, Hate All enveloped in that Spectacle of light and dark Oh the absurdity of my Act! I act and Laugh As I continue to perform The never-ending Act zero
I thought I was Lost but this path- -process of losing the 'self' can help one Find that Fire that lights up the world.
Part of my ‘growing up’ process has been accepting that there is “no happily ever after”… however I am also learning that there is no “unhappily ever after” either… hence as a temporary visitor I am free to fill all the time and space ‘in-between’ haha… with words?
Am I a traveler
Or a dreamer?
Where is home?
Precious home of my dreams?
Am I dreaming?
Or am I travelling?
Of mountains, rivers and trees,
Trains and planes,
Birds and cranes,
Scattering the boundless sky
Free finally free?
in this cage of Dreams?
Perfect home family wealth success fame respect body pleasures satiated…
Is there an end to this stream?
Comes the journey
Leaf like memories
Dance with the wind
As winter comes
So do places, people and nature
So I sing,
Am I a traveler
Or a dreamer?
Tears dissolve the self so
shed a few and expand Thyself
You are so much more
You are beautiful, fearless
Friday, May 27th 2016
From my dwelling place in a hostel in the ancient city of Datong, historically known as Pingcheng, I was brainstorming ways to visit Mount Wutain or “五台山” in simplified Chinese. I really wished to pay a visit to this sacred pilgrimage site associated with the Bodhisattva of Wisdom — Manjushri.
‘What is a bodhisattva?’, you may ask.
A ‘bodhisattva’, although impossible to fully define using words, can be imperfectly explained as an ‘awakened’ being who manifests in a myriad of forms to deliver sentient beings from the sufferings of cyclic existence or ‘samsara’.
As my mind worried itself to finding ways to reach this mountain, the hostel manager Gary told me that there was another person staying in the hostel who was also planning to go visit Mount Wutai. He said I could meet him later in the evening and perhaps we could plan the journey together.
When the scorching sun had set, Gary introduced me to this ‘mystery’ person. His name was Zatko. A tall man, with short curly hair, slightly chubby and spoke a gentle British accent voice that warmly emanated intelligence and peace. He told me he was a traveler and freelanced for travel guides as a job. His latest assignment was to write a section for a travel guide about places to visit in the city of Datong and Mount Wutai.
‘Have you been to Mount Wutai?,’ I asked with scintillating eyes of admiration.
‘Yes, a few years ago. I want to visit again, remember some places and write about them.’ He replied with a kind smile.
‘If you want we can travel together to Mount Wutai. I recommend us sharing a taxi because the bus ride is not very comfortable and the service only runs during certain hours of the day. If we book a taxi, we can make stops on our way and you can visit a beautiful place called Yungang Grottoes filled with ancient Buddhist cave art.’
‘That sounds great. Let’s do that then.’ I tried replying with a stable tone although inside I was bursting with joy and excitement because I had just found a travel companion who really knew how to Travel. I saw Zatko as a manifestation of Freedom — he travelled to places and wrote about his travels for a living. How much ‘Freer’ can you be? I thought to myself.
To be continued… or not haha
but here are some photos of the Yungang Grottoes, enjoy:)
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