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Meditations #82

BY lisal

May 25, 2017

It is there in the eyes of a face different from ours halfway around the globe,

in the fingertips of an artisan’s handshake,

in the steady gaze of a child,

the truth that more connects us than separates us, that we can communicate deeply and without words.

That we are one family.

Travel is how we weave this psychic web.

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Mankind has opted for monoculture, a desert of boredom.

We travel to escape – vertically up a mountain or into the seas’ depths, horizontally across continents into remoteness.  We look for adventure and magic, to discover our inner power awakened in survival.

And while I know I am an agent of destruction of the very world I yearn for, I nevertheless must go and see it.  For what else is there but cultures formed of fragments and debris from another time, pieced together in another way.

All photos by Varun Mathur from Jungle  Sutra of India's Hornbill Festival

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Meditations #83