Birds Leave No Traces
May 11, 2005
It hurts. But really, who hurts?
Later in the day, a monk takes us to bath in the holy Narmada. It's as if all our physical and mental tensions are cleansed by the rippling water, overcast sunset, surrounding mountains and the gentle breeze.
A bit later, we meditate on the banks of the Narmada. Peace. Deep peace.
In a distance, a bird is gliding through the empty skies. Birds leave no traces as they travel.