Nature speaks
After spending a few days near Akkem Lake we climb a steep mountain pass of 3000 metres with spectacular views and camp on the other side on a small plateau. It rains. On the pass there’s ice and hail. The blizzard makes it hard for people to find the path and several hikers lose their group. We were lucky to cross the pass just as the blizzard started. An hour later the rescue team at Akkem Lake closed the way up the pass.
It is wet and cold, but in the drizzle I find a quiet and beautiful spot to contemplate about my search for paradise--or Shambala. All this trouble I went through and what did I find?
I fear that my experiences in the desert have spoilt me. Those years in complete solitude gave me answers to many questions, so what on earth did I expect to find here in the Altai? As I sit I watch the mountains around me. My eyes turn to the elegant and tall grass just beside me. The blades move graciously in the wind and, strangely enough, the grass seems to read my thoughts. The answer is a slow and rhythmic dance. "Stop asking so many questions," the grass says. "And don’t search too hard."
When nature speaks I obey.
September 19, 2010
Reader Comments (1)
Hi Arita....the thoughts in this entry remind me of Nisargadatta Maharaj, who kept repeating to devotees asking him for advice about the essence of the Unverse and beyond: 'Seeker is the sought'.