Coda

The Gateway of India, Mumbai

Burial of the Dead

This will be my last post on this particular blog.

The year 2011 is behind me now, and so is my trip to India. It is now within me and will forever influence everything that I do. And with it, much has died, though from the death of flowers, come new ones again.

Nothing shall be the same for me:

How I look at the World around me.

How I contemplate what is meaningful in my own life.

The complexity of the Beautiful and the Grotesque in a single moment.

India is an experience that penetrated my Soul at the core of my Be-ing, but ultimately, it was not India that did that.

There is a saying in Zen Buddhism, “When you meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him.”

And so, I did.