all over, perfect squares of red, green, yellow and white mark themselves out against a blue sky. cheap block prints by the millions sending out prayers into the universe. riding on himalayan winds. the almost murmur of prayer flags fluttering in mountain air is a most becalming sound. second only to a pedal type sewing machine.
to get carried away in buddha country is fairly easy. a strong gale, sudden idealism, inexplicable feelings of belonging - the possibilities are infinite. faced with that, some of us weaker souls hang on. desperately to whatever we've known and most importantly - rationalism.
how for instance is this string of prayer flags here? across an impossible gorge. somebody shot the string across on an arrow? maybe the monks have a trained falcon that flew across with the string? a radio controlled plane - you know the type: petrol engine, 2 channel remote? a giant kite? between browne and me, we had a handful of watertight theories. turns out, somebody walked around the gorge with the string.
i'm a believer.
7 comments:
Don't ever close the Bhutan diaries.
I'm with moony. Keep 'em flags fluttering bro.
gee. thanks. :)
i think u need to head back there....
i'm tagging along again too :)
i think we all need to head there.
druk orange juice i need to consume.
sighhhh
you make my heart sing.
and i believe it :)
them coloured square bits of faith against the sky. nice.
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