Year: 2018

The dip

Sometimes one dip changes your smile and temperature. It takes you then to places that can only be created in dreams through memories ofcourse. You walk long looking at forms, colours, patterns, walls, speculating age, sounds of children and cows, of burning dead trees and water ripples, hearing bodies visually and later language. Sometimes a small reaction changes the whole tail of events. Sometimes the start was the only end. But the dip is important. Because that is the door to nature. And nature is within. Advertisements

Volume

Color of enlightenment is in the mirror. The more you see the less you speak and it sits well the other way too. The experimental chai against the settled one. Or has death became a cliche just like saffron on men or women. Kreem kund was klosed but the girls got in. Atman at one time was only vital breath.

Left in peace my red bed. Made coffee for the other two. For myself I had cashews, raisins, walnuts four each, early in the morning. I first thought to cycle but it felt better to sit and better prepare for the change. I washed myself, fast and shaved in harmony. I was ready in time. I cut all the fruits and ate. Got to the new hotel where the workshop-residency is going great to take place. It is a privilege to be here meeting people who are also practising their preferred sense, in person sharing and making a world together again. Memories. And more so you go deep, finding the person, all vulnerabilities start unfolding themselves. We are similar in more than one ways. Spoke to Rafael. Even spoke to Hura by the end and spoke to people from various nationalities. I even had food today after two days. It has been humid and pretty hot to be only eating fruits and shakes. I went to an Indian restaurant at the pub street. Food was …

The Chain

Cambodia has started to settle inside. It is hot. It is winters. Busy. Open. Moving slowly moving. Women are seen carrying diverse forms in small ranges. Many have come out of their regions. Smiling. Warm. Seim Reap. Cambodians have a strong family sense. Rafael is a good man. He is divorced. I met a woman cycling and then we cycled together to the river. She is going through her divorce too. Ben with whom I played ping pong yesterday sat in gloom. It was a hugh dip in energy from last night. I walked up to him just like that to say hi. He was in the English Navy. He told me he had never gone to India but assured me that he thinks he spent three months under ground in Indian Ocean not far from India. Then one day he got hit by Psoriasis Vulgaris and boom ! Boom !Psoriasis is a skin disorder that causes skin cells to multiply up to 10 times faster than normal. I could not sit, I could not sleep,.I …

From the red bed

Day 3 I had been only walking for last two days. But was not really reaching anywhere. At the same time It took two days to understand rials, few words like Susrai and okun. I finally got a red cycle with city tyres. I saw and I kept throwing myself towards cycle eversince I got it, sometimes away, sometimes along the river and towards the country side. I found out about a school there not so far from the siem reap. I met Frank who joked about himself not being abusing boys in school where he teaches English. I met prom at his place after I had finished playing table tennis and lost all the matches to a proud Australian man. I started a conversation with prom on the big yellow couch on culture here and neighborhood. About the government and corruption. But in the middle of it all he started crying. He gave me the number of wortha, who will answer all my questions. Back home children went for an outing at an art …