Birds Leave No Traces

Insults heard today: I can't speak dharma to you, because you're dumb. Since you carry money, you will never find God. It's pointless to profile people, because you're just building their ego and your ego. Walking around like this doesn't serve you nor anyone else; go back home!

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.