It is gonna finish. one thought that run through my mind. another that followed was not it is not gonna finish. You live in this moment and now and here it is all happening and even though you will not be here any more than this old man will again come to small shrine just by the road and lit the oil lamp praying his gods and ringing bell that will sound out loudly on this street. Nothing will finish only because you won't be here. Nostalgic thought that yes, it is true. Only the difference is that where I am heading there are no shrines on the streets and no old men to come to pray the gods. Familiar faces that I will encounter again and the one that I know will not understand. Dream of a community hidden in the mountains will collapse as a soap bubble once we will meet again all together and we will see that we live only in our dreams and because our expectations are so high that no one will see the singing birds behind the fence and rays of light coming through old walls. As always the strong feeling of a presence as that one when I played few tunes just before the night traffic exploded on the street below. Those few moments during the day when there is a sound space for the tune that is supposed to played by my flute. Silence that lasts millisecond and noise that erects just after. This micro moment of consciousness expanding through the space and time in which everything is perfect and silent. When all our egos disappear in dissolution of magnificent union between the tunes and waves of world, Universe, single beings and endless landscapes of our perceptions. So it will not finish because it has already passed but this moment in between this man who had lit up the oil lamp and noises that ruled the street just after his prayer will last forever and never in its own space of creation and destruction. So I am happy that I was there and that I shared the moment of life and its expressiveness that has chosen this old man to go to the shrine and pray. Where is the next one? Is it possible to collect them all from early morning through the hot midday until the late evening and later on during the pitch dark nights that will again reincarnate into the uprising suns and chantings for upcoming days?


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