NB: The post is written more than a week ago.
After days without color – blue sky is again opening its gentle smile. Clouds dancing, evaporating and appearing; unveiling the silhouettes of the mountains. Like a whisper in the white.
It doesn’t really have a name, this time of year. It is neither spring nor winter… Maybe a careful spring, still unborn, trying out its tiny wings in the belly.
I love to watch the dance of sun-rays, clouds and silhouettes. It reminds me of being in the Himalayas; You can walk in the clouds, in a world of white, for days. You see only your feet on the path where you are walking, maybe the silhouettes of some close trees and rocks. It could have been anywhere in the world, it is all white.
Suddenly, in a glimpse, the clouds open – and the greatest mountain tops in the world appear, so close. You are in the midst of a vastness and a beauty you could not have imagined.
Then, next moment it is gone. The white clouds again embrace its treasures.
Everything can go.
Any moment.
Rather say; nothing can go, ever.
The vastness and beauty always is ;
it is just covered.
We just don’t see it.
Like the vastness of our Being, like the beauty of Who We Are are.
It is always here, beyond the clouds.
The body has been in quite some pain lately, and I have been in and out from the the hospital. Some days back home:
I have been sitting, closing my eyes.
Slowly, slowly resting back in.
Opening my eyes.
Watching the mountains out the windows.
The dance of white clouds and sun-rays.
Just Silence.
Remembrance.
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