To hell with words.
To hell wth words.
The meditative Himalayas in whose arms I am right now are the most dwarfing. They are a strong hint of what His presence would do to us...
Whenever you, I and us have a mind that seems to have lost its centre, let's just come away to the Himalayas. The roads gulping the massivenes of it all, the trees singing to the winds, the clouds at a game of see-saw over the cutting sliver of a mountain, a valley that returns your song wrapped in a generous rate of interest... and Faces - ah.... all Smile, all Us, all One with no strangeness of distance... Where everything comes together, we are softly lulled back into His Lap... Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that. Just like that......
