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A thin place

  Bubbles of thoughts They spring up  Like flowing through the stream  Rustle of the leaves  Moving feet's  And restless bits  It's a thin place  Rolling stones  Don't make no stops  Bubbles of thoughts  It's a thin place  Sometimes hearts  They are a thin place yes  The sound of the swaying trees Take me back to the place  Yes sometimes this heart  Is a thin place Moving feet's Swaying trees  And restless bits  Yes please the rustle of the leaves! Music Inspiration - Thin Place, Tony Anderson 
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Let me graze in my space..will you?

Panchpokhari, November 2021 Let me graze in my space  Leave me at peace And all will be well!  As it is supposed to be But then you want trouble Everyone wants trouble, no?  Don’t you? Not that they are wanted  But they come chasing anyways Somewhere around the bend Just when all the troubles were away Simply following the lead  Leads coming from wherever  Who knows  But there was a perfect day  No it was a perfect shade No no it was perfect time No no it was the air  The loss of sense of time  Or was it the dimness of the sun  Sitting by the foothills  All the stress magically dissolved away  Comfort sinking in even if for a bit  As coincidences coincide  It is a time when you can rejoice in simply being Participation mystique they say  But it is true what it is that they say  Yes let me graze in my space  Leave me at peace And all will be well!  As it is supposed to be But then you want trou...

Medicina, Medicina!

  Art by Luis Tamani, link below! All the emotions suppressed,  What happens as the layers reveal one by one?  As the events unfold  The truth undigested  The past in front of you like a mirror.  How long can you sustain a smiling face?  Doesn't it get tired after a little while?  A little lapse and you’re in the same loop once more.  The thin line between the worlds  Once the box is open there is no going back?  Or do you?  Hidden underneath your suppressed voices. It's the stories of the cultures. The cries of the civilizations  Thriving in the whispers  What do you do?  When strangers cross their paths?  Who is the first to initiate the contact?  Or who is the one who feels the need to?  So you see it is the stories of the cultures. All the emotions suppressed.  The thin line between the worlds  A little lapse and you're in the same loop once more.  How is it any different?  ...

My first Qigong and Taichi Session!

  Luna in the middle followed by us practitioners on the sides! I was first surprised to find Taichi and Qigong public events at Couchsurfing. Even though not sure what to expect I decided to try it out because I have somehow always been appealed by the Taoist Philosophy. Having seen Taichi and Qigong flow movements in the movies and popular culture, I wanted to give it a try without a second thought. Thanks to the free session hosted by Luna and Nayeem! I visit Nagarjun forest/hill/region whenever I feel too clogged in the life within Kathmandu's hustle and bustle. The Nepal Yoga Home is located at the foothills of Nagarjun and at a picturesque location. In a way it is quite a place to host Taichi as well. Luna and Nayeem greeted me with gentleness and their warm presence. First off, Luna’s choice to practise outdoors was perfect. The fresh air outside was welcoming. And the view to the valley in the distance is a blessing in disguise. Even though I was the only one to show up at ...

It is finally over..

  It is finally over  Clouds gather up to fill the sky  As they finally give in  Ahh moistness for a change! The rains wash up all that is old  Just when the skies open up  There is a glimpse of the stillness  An infinite space shows itself  Just when I leave it all aside  I see a vision open up Winds they bring me home  Such is the place I feel in the inside Just when the search is over  There is this place you see  Somewhere unexpected  It is always that way  Just when I leave it all aside  The winds they bring me home  Clouds gather up to fill the sky  The skies finally give in  Ahh moistness for a change! Is this it? Is it finally over? 

The monastery is alive!

The air is still  Yellow and maroon robes abound It is a family that keeps  A lineage that serves  Prayer flags flutter as if to answer The thoughts dissolve with the aroma of incense  Rituals begin with horns ablaze Silently as life goes on in the background Foods are being prepared somewhere As guests sit for their practice Sound of the chants resound the walls  With the harmony of the prayers Homage to the three jewels  Suddenly drums culminate to the peak  Silence follows as chants stop Homage to the three jewels  The Yellow, The Blue, The Red  The practice is for the everyday It is a family that keeps  A lineage that serves  As the sun sets  Life goes on and The air is still once again!

The confines of fear

  March, 2020 “I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I’ve been worrying that I am losing ones I hold dear” It was springtime things were just starting to roll  Things were just falling together For a moment,  It felt like,  Everything was happening for a reason,  A glimpse  A flow of life,  The fresh burst of newness Just then  Life kicked in  “Oh I become what I deserve  Oh I become what I deserve I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I’ve been worrying that I am losing ones I hold dear” It was just the right time  I was reaching out to my dreams just on time  It was one of those days When things just happen  The nights pass slow  And another day begins with a surprise A glimpse  A flow of life,  The fresh burst of newness Just then  Life kicked in “Oh I become what I deserve I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I;ve been worrying that I am losi...

A return to innocence

  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods The forbidden places  The misgiven feelings Unfamiliar senses A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The voices of fear  Stirring of the unrecognized wounds The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will find its way back  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods  A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will surely find its way back  A return to innocence -March, 2020

Only those who seek shall find

The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And thus the prayer begins The ceremony starts with the drums Resounding through the depths of silence All that's unpleasant slither away There is a hollow feeling  Harps follow the rhythm of the mind All who seek shall find  Maybe not today  But the prayers they grow  The horns blow sharp  The mantra flags flap vigorously  The bells they guide you Silence is nearer  Maybe today is the day Am I really here? Or he who hides beneath the obvious? The drums they grow louder  The horns reach the crescendo  Together the calling is for the ultimate  Only those who seek shall find  Maybe today is really the day The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And finally to the one Only those who seek shall find 

What if the sun sets were as real as the sun rises?

Muanpokhari, Shivapuri - Nov 15, 2019 I was stepping downstairs Just like every other day As you get tired from a long day It might be from a rooftop place It might be from your window It might have been an amazing day together It might be a way downhill The view you were seeing suddenly gets your attention You finally start feeling This is it It is as if all your past selves were suddenly drawn to this moment Watching this together Quietly as you sit a moment tunes itself into a view You watch the smoke mix with the air The forest growing sleepy with the setting sun Birds they fly slowly and you follow them all the way into the clouds The sky suddenly turns into colors Your thoughts pull you out into the city lights You know how life is like back You know how time is like back You know as you open that door to step in You know as you take your shoes off As you allow yourself back into your room The morning starts into anoth...