Dreams

Every time I travel in India, I would suddenly experience a moment akin to waking from a dream, completely lost in the ancient stone cities, unable to even tell reality apart. 

I have been here before, in many of my past lives. 

I have caressed and whispered to the brave warrior elephants who were unbreakable walls defending the land and were decorated heavily with gold, silver, and silk ornaments from head to tail during celebrations and festivals.

I have walked barefoot through the stone temples and caves, admiring the undamaged giant carvings and brightly colored immersive wall paintings. The figures came to life and jumped out of the walls at every misty dawn and dusk, never failing to take me to the celestial realm filled with flying Goddesses, Gods, and mystical animals. 

I have often woken up to monsoon storms, wild birds' singing, monkeys' fighting, morning chants, seashell horns, and bronze bells that rang constantly by my people. 

From one dream to another, from Khajuraho to Kailasa, the days in between are merely the flowing of time, irreversible and unpurposeful. 

Until next time, until the next dream, then 💖

Tibetan Singing Bells Monks · Dharma (Buddha Music)