the soft gurgling noise of the icy rivulets fills the stark silence of the pitch black nights.
the silvery water keeps rolling and knocking against soft round pebbles that fill the river bed
the soft streams cradled among the rocky mountains seem to carry a strange divinity
I went to sleep every night with the same soft gurgling sound filling my ears, and the images of the clear blue water tumbling all along the rocks filling my mind before I lose myself into its magical hypnotism
I wake up each morning and walk over the icy rivulets and seat myself on the rocks by the river, often letting my limbs play with the flow of the icy waters. I kept wondering about the tiny streams flowing eternally, gracing rocks of all shapes, tumbling on and on, forming the shape of the land for huge distances, and making up the eternal cycle of life.
Clocks were seldom needed here as the river seemed tell the time in synergy with the sun and the thick mist. They together formed and dispersed all sense of time in the valley. They decide when you wake up and when you can summon enough courage to walk out of the tent. They decide when you get tired and when you get into slumber.
when ones very breathing moments are left to the mercy of the skies, the boulders around and the ever strengthening currents of the icy waters, life becomes a synchronous embodiment of the very same elements that surround us. In their company I had the strong sense of being alive as a human being again.
Left to the wild in a group of like minded and similarly witted human beings, man learns to create a sense of community and life among the forces of nature.
Felt like being close to the real purpose and sense of being human... again.. a sense of continuous rebirth :)
Image copyrights are owned by Cijo George
the silvery water keeps rolling and knocking against soft round pebbles that fill the river bed
the soft streams cradled among the rocky mountains seem to carry a strange divinity
I went to sleep every night with the same soft gurgling sound filling my ears, and the images of the clear blue water tumbling all along the rocks filling my mind before I lose myself into its magical hypnotism
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| dipping oneself into the hypnotic trance |
I wake up each morning and walk over the icy rivulets and seat myself on the rocks by the river, often letting my limbs play with the flow of the icy waters. I kept wondering about the tiny streams flowing eternally, gracing rocks of all shapes, tumbling on and on, forming the shape of the land for huge distances, and making up the eternal cycle of life.
Clocks were seldom needed here as the river seemed tell the time in synergy with the sun and the thick mist. They together formed and dispersed all sense of time in the valley. They decide when you wake up and when you can summon enough courage to walk out of the tent. They decide when you get tired and when you get into slumber.
when ones very breathing moments are left to the mercy of the skies, the boulders around and the ever strengthening currents of the icy waters, life becomes a synchronous embodiment of the very same elements that surround us. In their company I had the strong sense of being alive as a human being again.
Felt like being close to the real purpose and sense of being human... again.. a sense of continuous rebirth :)
Image copyrights are owned by Cijo George
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