Intoxicated by the wine of Life
impalpable cocoon of stillness.
nectar coursing through the labyrinth of veins.
eyelids laced with webs of dreams
layer upon layer,
emerging from the vortex of night
to meet the glittering necklace of dawn.
(12 May 08, Bali)
braving the high altitude cold morning air,we perched at the rim of the crater waiting for first light- photo taken with KC
Too long since we've been away.
We returned to Bali last week, the second time in the last two months after being away for over a year. Our return was met by friends who welcomed us like long lost siblings. It was nothing short of a home-coming everyone wishes for. Re-visiting our secret retreats, the soul and every breath defined infinitude.
We headed straight for the hills to what had been our last home in the small village of Junjungan, just north of Ubud.
The absence of excessive man-made pollution- of air, noise, light, infrastructure, was striking. The morning air, crystal clear, wrapped every space in a palace of silence. Night-cloaked country roads devoid of street lamps lit only by the love language of the ephemeral fireflies. The night skies, bejeweled with stars, beckoned us to wake and drink in the heavens. The tapestry of green- padi fields herringbone stitched with towering coconut palms and embroidered with nameless wild flora soothed the eyes like summer rain.
Life simplified, without distractions, without clutter, leaving only the unadulterated taste of Life. Sated with the good life, this is my Rasa Tanah.
We returned to Bali last week, the second time in the last two months after being away for over a year. Our return was met by friends who welcomed us like long lost siblings. It was nothing short of a home-coming everyone wishes for. Re-visiting our secret retreats, the soul and every breath defined infinitude.
We headed straight for the hills to what had been our last home in the small village of Junjungan, just north of Ubud.
The absence of excessive man-made pollution- of air, noise, light, infrastructure, was striking. The morning air, crystal clear, wrapped every space in a palace of silence. Night-cloaked country roads devoid of street lamps lit only by the love language of the ephemeral fireflies. The night skies, bejeweled with stars, beckoned us to wake and drink in the heavens. The tapestry of green- padi fields herringbone stitched with towering coconut palms and embroidered with nameless wild flora soothed the eyes like summer rain.
Life simplified, without distractions, without clutter, leaving only the unadulterated taste of Life. Sated with the good life, this is my Rasa Tanah.
the lotus beauty graces our pond at home; the silent temple guardian
the canopy of cerulean skies; a wandering fragrant frangipani floating in my pool
the proliferate bamboo; view from the bedroom as dawn breaks over the tree tops
toiling marks every day of the calendar in our village;
this always takes my breath away- majestic towering volcanos and cascading terraces
(the view from around the corner from where we used to work)
magnificence mirrored
this always takes my breath away- majestic towering volcanos and cascading terraces
(the view from around the corner from where we used to work)
magnificence mirrored
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