If only words could describe!

Night View from Ranikot, October 2018 - Pic Credit: Nikhil Shakya Up in an altitutde 2000 meters high, I let myself go. Took my shoes off; threw myself over the wet grass. No point fighting against the gravity. I allowed everything to sink in, all the tiredness, all that swirling thoughts. I stared as the clouds of muckiness rose. All that pilled up stress. I watched. As the dusk surrendered to the night. Oh the clouds we carry! I was looking for a get-away, to unwind all that karma-net woven over time. I was staring above. Suddenly I was drawn. At awe with the floating clouds, whizzing past the endless night. Little by little as the sky opened up. The vastness of the universe it opened up. A quiteness filled my heart. I forgot where I was. I recalled of our struggle all the way through the winding roads, earlier that day. How we sang along the way. How we drove through the narrowest of passages. Oh how we were unaware of that which was coming? It doesn’t tak...

October, 2018 - Ghale Gaun, Lamjung - Homestay Home Mountains on my mind! Oh the beauty so powerful, I stop thinking. All that chatter and noise will only insult the quietness. I find that my thoughts are all gossips. It is like hearing strangers speak. Why do I need to hear of the city life up here? I become powerless. Up here. Up in the mountains. They are the kings. The gods and the demons. The insects they buzz to keep up with the silence of the night. The air so pure, the winds they are humbling. I want to just stare out of the village and watch as the time flows. I struggle to point out the change. I am not the same person up here. Not when I say Namaste, not when I smile back to people that pass. Just a sip of the tea, it was never this important. My heart she feels strange. Because the grandma she doesn’t smile back for long. We are staying at a home stay. I ask Vauju what she would make us for a round of snacks? She is not sure what I want along with...

In the silence I pray. I pray for it to stop. My heart, it feels empty. My gut tells me it is not right. My mind tells me there is a change she is coming. I would do anything for it to stop. Another sleep. Another day.   Love is what breaks. The cracks that open you up. Oh didn’t you come here for more she says. Is this all you can be? Is it only that far your hands can reach?   What is love? Not what you hold Not which you carry Drag to your burry for it is when you no longer worry breathe more smile wide let go of the hands and the feet they flow I live more When I love more All she can be What she is Is that mellow Mellow Mug Mellow Mug - Pulchowk - With the office team (28th Sept) What is Love? The mug of that iced tea. The sip she cools your breathe down. The air she blows your fear away. The music she moves you to the beat. Wherever you are and what you decide to be. That acceptance. That intimacy. That heart sh...