Be the Cause

Still Journeying through India

Some of us have returned but some of us still remain. And my second journey through India leaves me with a similiar impression from my first visit — India is a land of constant contrasts.

Waiting until the fourth week of the trip to record any thoughts at all is a mind boggling experience as hundred of images start to move through my mind much like a video viewed on fast forward, so to keep things simple I will only relate some experiences from the last couple of days.

Here in Amaravati we have been woken up by the beautiful sound of chanting at 4 am in the morning Currently, we are at the Kalachakra enjoying a chaotic carnival like atmosphere along with a throng of Buddhist practictioners, saffron dressed Tibetan monks speaking on cell phones and his Holiness himself the Dalai Lama. In the last couple of days, I have discussed photography and his project of recording Tibetan refugee life with a former monk turned photographer, have been graciously welcomed into the tent of a large Tibetan family to enjoy a dinner of noodles and discussion, have been pushed and shoved in a throng of foreigners trying to enter a private audience with the Dalai Lama, have enjoyed a concert of a combination of hip/hop fused with Tibetan music at a concert and coincidentally bumped into my mediation teacher from Los Angeles who is also traveling through India. When I speak of India most of my discussion consists of relating our wonderful experiences at Manav Sadhna. I know my time there has changed me for the better and so too I feel India has guided me along my path, and helped my heart to open even wider.

I luckily have the opportunity to journey back to Ahmedabad tomorrow and I find myself really longing for some time of reflection, but I have discovered that in India one does not ever know what the next moment will bring and acceptance of this is really the key to a happy existence. See you all soon on the 18th.

Namaste,
Stacey

Some poetry written on train to Taj

Your Beauty is Shining

I saw you in my dreams
and now I see you here.

Your beauty is shining,
lighting this dismal path.

Your smile overcomes me.

Some would say you have little.
I would say you have more
than I bargained for…

You fill me with tenderness.
You fill my heart and it’s hard
because I don’t know if I’ll be back.

But hold my hand
and feel the love ripple through.

The songs, the prayers…
bless me deeply.


Train

Movement.

Feeling the rumble of the train
diving into life, climbing through towns, farms, sunrise…

Train springs to life
and some fall asleep, some find themselves awake.

Traveling, traveling…

Here we go.

Not important what daily tasks haunt me back home.

Not important the struggle to stay on top of bills or people misunderstanding…

Train–jumps on the tracks…moving right along, on a straight line.

We go fast, but steady and life is not what it was.

By Gianna

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