Within

When I told my loved ones  I was travelling to Canada, they were filled with questions:

What mountains will you climb?

What rivers will you cross?

What sights with you savor?

I just smiled and remained silent.

When they learned  I would stay at an ashram for 8 months, the questions grew stronger:

Is that some kind of cult?

Won’t you get homesick?

Will you ever have time for yourself?

I just smiled and remained silent.

Now I have been here for two months

I climb to Saraswati every day

I have jumped into the lake in winter

I have seen the deer and the moon

I smile and enjoy the silence.

My journey lies on a different plain

Over crooked paths and narrow edges

Through twisting bends and hidden trapdoors

From splendor to horror in the blink of an eye

My treasure chest is filling up.

Crossing an ocean was just the start.

My true journey lies within. 

(part of my satsang talk)