In Harmony With The Spirit

Kyagar Tso

 

Ladakh is a place rich with the strange beauty of your night-time dreams. With certain places, I believe, you have a bond that disregards distances and sometimes even absolves you from the restraints of time. Where you and your soul are merged in a heady union, which brings to you a life force you could never have imagined. Ladakh is that place for me, where my head is unable to truly paint what is in my heart.

Someday I will travel to the ends of the Silk Route. I might discover the event of which Ladakh is said to be a trailer. That is the purpose of travelling, of constant movement, the unending thrill of discovery, of finding new loves and cherishing old ones. Perhaps some place in my travels will marginally dull what Ladakh means to me.  

But until that happens, Ladakh remains the place where I am aware of the silky stirrings of moonlight on my skin, where I hear the music of the universe played out in that awesome celestial orchestra, where I feel the bright tingle of the stars, knowing that the sky is just that much more within my grasp and where in that calm eternal moment, the profoundness of creation and my place in it stands disarmingly naked in my sight…

 
 

Chorten en-route Lato