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~islands in a pond~ Wednesday, 24th January 2001
Sukhothai ~ a welcoming place. i found a beautiful guesthouse that seems to have fallen from the sky. Lotus Village it is called, consisting of a wooden huts that form a circle in a large garden. that is where i stay now, in my own little hut that comes with balcony and hammock.
they are still present, here, in the middle of the old city, where i sit at the side of a reflection pond, looking out to a small island that carries a Buddhist stupa on its ground. this stupa, it is vibrating the immensity of timelessness, it is making me wonder what its stones have seen, have lived through in the Buddhist world, incarnation is a reality. a concept i find hard to imagine. an idea that implies a viewpoint that seems as out of reach as this island in the middle of this bridgeless pond
children here in Thailand sometimes remember their past life, that is what someone said yesterday evening, in the Lotus restaurant. they talk about it, sometimes they even remember other languages, other places. with time moving on, and with their present life growing deeper roots, they forget about the past. i sit and try to imagine life as a string of islands, a way that leads on, yet whenever you arrive in a new place, you have to start from scratch again. there's nothing you can take with you, not things, not money, not degrees. only your self. and the imprints the present life has left in that self. the notions, the dreams, the ways you took. and one day, finally, the clarity. enlightment, it is called. the stage when you leave attachments behind and have learned to walk the surface of worldly waters what a different horizon of thought vibes~~ see
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