Sahasrara - The Blooming of the Ultimate Flower

In many ancient temples across India one can see the ceilings painted with the 1000 petalled lotus, also known as Sahasrara, our 7th chakra and seat of divine consciousness.
Our spinal chord can be imagined to be a long stem through which our "kundalini", serpent power which arouses human potential, travels and directs energy towards the blossoming of this flower. Here it is said to unite the forces of our Shakti power which resides in the root chakra with our Shiva consciousness whose abode is our crown chakra.
The journey of darkness to light, material to spiritual and lower to higher planes certainly mirrors the journey of the lotus' struggle to grow out of mud and unfold into a pure and beautiful expression of nature.
It is not unlike our own efforts to move beyond the lower planes of human existence and reach the divine light that is within each one of us.

New Years Eve

On the eve of the New Year, in the light of a partial lunar eclipse, with a Piscean sister born on the same day as me, we danced to the Brahmanic sounds of Hindu worship.
The devout bathed in the holy Ganga as plumes of mist rolled off of the river.
It was my second New Years in Varanasi, and like the one before it, I felt all the power and blessings of being in a place of unbroken ritual and worship for thousands of years.
I cast away the unnecessary worries of adolescence into the foggy blackness and welcomed the divine to intoxicate my being.
And the dance continues...

For Raju

From the temple of my beloved, I did roam,
To the house of the Lord from where I was thrown.
Wandering Babas invited me to smoke and talk,
When money was asked, from this place I did walk.
Then a Sadhu urged me to sit and drink chai,
But even this place I knew was not mine.
Searching, searching from each holy place to the next,
I found an empty chair where I decided to rest.
And there standing before me was the God of my temple,
Where I am always invited and the truth is simple
"To merge with the divine one must cease to covet,
For always united in One is the lover and her beloved."

Pushkar

Last Himalayan Adventure, Zanskar

Phuktal Gompa, Zanskar

The origins of Phuktal Gompa are said to be traced back to a monk who attained enlightenment in a cave 2000 years ago. It is from this cave that the Phuktal monastery arose in its present day form. Inhabited by over 70 monks and a three days walk from the main town of Zanskar one feels a million miles away from the 21st century.

The Dalai Lama's Teachings in Zanskar

Zanskar is one of the remotest Himalayan regions of Northern India and so consequently travel to and from there is one of the most difficult. That didn't stop thousands of Zanskaris and Ladakhis coming by road and many days walk in the mountains to arrive in the capital, Padum, for the three day teachings of the Dalai Lama.

Thousands of people with offerings and blessings waited to greet him as he arrived by helicopter. And later withstood heat, wind and dust to hear his lectures on Buddhist philosophies.

And his Holiness, always with his charming smile and humble appearance, satisfied many thousands who feared that this would be their last glimpse of him after a lifetime of reverence.

The Brokpa Community of Ladakh, India

Nestled on a small patch of fertile land and situated at the confluence of the Shayok and Indus river is the village of Dha Hanu, an Indo Aryan community of people thought to be descendants of Alexander the Great. They are visibly different from the mongoloid features of the Ladakhis who are primarily of Tibetan descent, and although Tibetan Buddhism has colored some aspects of their culture, they remain closer to their shamanistic roots.

Only 19 kms from the border with Pakistan, they are believed to be migrants from the Gilgit area where one can still see a similarity of culture and language. It is no surprise that there is a heavy military population in this sensitive border area.

One of the most striking features of these people are the fresh bouquets of flowers they wear atop their heads from where long pieces of braided hair hang. The traditional dress is slowly being discarded by the youth for a more modern and manageable attire, but one can still see the elders keeping to their traditions daily and at festival times.

Somehow the Brokpa community have managed to maintain the purity of their bloodline through the ages but being sandwiched between the giant religions of Buddhism and Islam and numbering only 2000 peoples in 5 villages, it is hard to imagine what their future will be.