Tibetan energies. Joy. Laughter.
This joy - new beginning - transformation.
Empty/full.
At this very moment they look and leave.
Abstract metaphorical language.
Non-attachment.
Ink whispers it's secrets of silent mystery where life is found in a desperate situation.
Balancing precariously.
Young boys stare at a scriptor.
The blind lead the blind.
Everything is Under Construction at the Source.
The vast self.
Existential awareness.
Cessation of sensation and perception.
It's a walking meditation.
Rivers, like people, only know why they were born when they reach the end.
Poverty and illiteracy. I work, I breed, I get slaughtered.
Imagined or invented conversations and episodes.
Fiction is a tool for unveiling, not obscuring the truth.
Literary fiction expounds historical truth.
The necessity of that moral choice.
Bookends of Bhaktapur. In between 90 years/moments. 90 breaths.
Non-attachment.
Sitting.
Awareness of energies.
Fleeting impressions. Images tell visual stories.
Illuminate expand invent.
Passing through.
Light, bell, crow morning. Laughing sparrow. Little wing.
Translations, transitions, transformations.
Zen path. Diamond in mind.
Haiku.
Short, fast and deadly.
Boudhanath, Nepal
Lhasa