Wednesday, May 19, 2010

in three weeks

i went from
a noisy cricket match


into a bus with a funky geometric floor


out a dinky airplane


into a city more tibet than india


with a quirky restaurant


and lovely tibetan thenthuk with a book


to a silent forest


and a whispery ashram where i could take no pictures but made many doodles (coming up)

to a music-filled house


to a perfect, silent train journey into the desert


straight on to a chaotic film set


and back to the city
to familiar things, both sad and funny


and barely a week later, i've already booked my tickets to go back to the ashram
and do it all over again next month

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