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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