Wabi sabi

here i am in a place of abundance where life is quietly simple and spiritual, a contrast between exquisite perfection and earthy ruggedness. i left my masks at home- my beads, my books, my clothes and shoes and name.

i am  nourished by the durian, marang, rambutan and santol scented-air, sunlight and food- beans, unpolished rice, leaves and fruits. i now begin to feel like a plant and a hydrogen atom.

i laugh like the river nearby and i bask in the love and light of friendship.   i do not know anything from now on.  i am empty and full. and i have acquired the grace of being one with the soot-covered pots and pans from where great food is cooked,

and the stillness of cups and mugs in between being kissed by lips and held by a hand.

 i now pray in front of an altar where the canisters of sugar and coffee and assorted pictures of dearly beloved nephews and nieces are, and i wonder...

 i feel more connected to the grounds where life springs from, and where it reaches the heavens more than how i used to know how and where to pray before..