Back in Sirigere at Swamiji's crib. played music tonight on the roof, really let 'er rip - passionately. swamijii played his violin. we sat on a well-lit stage, heard foxes howling. left Hampi today, said farewell to the shopowners who call us their friends when we give them money. waited an hour for dinner last night - played 'would you rather' with jane, matt, dale, and emma, bought elephant paintings on dyed cloth after dinner. meditated on rocks at a temple with Baba (and darroll the guru). beautiful, ancient rock-mountains underneat sunset-orange sky. remember the singing columns - solid stone sounds like a jembay. napped on a rock in the sun in a centuries-old city center of Hampi - once buried under the mud now behind bars and ticket-taking gaurds. gave coins to some beautiful boys before i realized what game they were playing and what role i had. bought too much. consumerism is materialistic consumerism no matter what country i'm in or how much it costs. remember the world.
took pictures of beautiful children. held a baby by the river.
stomach hurts after i eat for a little while. not taking malaria pills. namaste. learning everyday. reading The Guide. listening to jillian giggle. they made hacky sacks for the boys here in sirigere.
yes, michael, india will change me.
everything i think about somebody else, every time i condemn someone for saying something, doing something inconsiderate or innappropriate, i imagine myself doing the same thing. and i am. by seeing 'them' i am seeing myself more clearly. we are all light and we have all been on this planet and in this universe for billions of years. we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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