Stillness…everywhere, always. Nowhere to go, nothing that has to be done. Always here. Perfect, brilliant, stillness. Here are the directions: take the pathless path till you find the gateless gate that swings open to reveal what was never hidden and never on the other side.
There’s a blanket of peace that I’ve been finding rest in this past month. A peace that everything is as it should be. A tangible feeling and understanding that this peace, stillness, God, whatever you want to call it, rests in all of us. Is all of us. That there is no search that needs to be carried out, that there is no teacher that needs to be found, that there is nothing that needs to be done. Its right here, this very moment. Can you dig it? “Be still, who is the ‘I’ that Is, in stillness?”
Rumi says “and when you’re looking for God, God is in the look of your eye, in the thought of your looking, and closer to your Self than yourself. No need to go outside.”
And with this feeling I’ve been taking it slow. Deepening the journey inside. Radiating love on the outside. Being grateful…grateful for my food, grateful for the teachers I meet along the way, grateful for the challenges, grateful for ease. The time I’ve spent this past month has been rich and slow. The moments come back in little snapshots; bathing in the ganges in rishikesh, attending satsangs with a beautiful soul who goes by Mooji, living in a pyramid, charras, symbolizing another year of life by shaving my head, feeling close to those who are far away, yoga, mountains, meditation, books…lots of books and chess.
I don’t have many photos to post…not that I’m uninspired, and not that I haven’t been to places I want to share. There’s a rule that I follow with photography: Either be in the moment, or capture the moment…don’t try to do both. So below are a few scattered photos from Rishikesh, Dharamsala, Mcleaod Ganj, Dharamkot (all in India), and lastly Buddhanilkantha, Nepal where I currently am for the next 6-weeks.
“Be like melting snow…wash thyself of thyself”
The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There’s nowhere else in the world where that’s quite so true.
There are so many things I want to say about India, but it’s too much. To much to put into words really. Anyone who’s spent some time here knows this. India is everything…sometimes everything all at once. When you slow down enough you really begin to experience the magic of this holy land.
My stream of thoughts when I think of India:
Warm chai around every corner which breaks days up into many moments while you sit and sip and sip and sip. The symphony of horns that fill the streets…and not just regular horns, horns that play a crescendo of notes. The hypnotic sounds of puja (prayer) that echo from the temples in the mornings and evenings. Head wobbles. The raw displays of human life. Cows, goats, donkeys, monkeys, cats and dogs all sharing the streets all with mutual respect. The color that fills the walls of every building. The way richness is measured by the well-being in your mind and your heart and not by your pockets. Sitting on the side of the train as the countryside blurs by and the sunsets while you feel an overwhelming sense of freedom and peaceful.
India…you have my heart.
There were Africans, Arabs, Europeans, and Indians. Languages and music changed with every step, and every restaurant spilled a different scent into the boiling air.