QUEST

I am on a timeless journey. I forbidden trail I want to follow, I know not why.
The roads beckon me, little-known places and faces. I'm a traveller - I have always been one, in every life.

I am at the cross-roads - my past, present and future meet here . Are there any roads ahead?
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to return to.
I don't know how to keep my sangfroid. The Buddha knows ...

A storm picks up great speeds in the moonscapes of a high desert. Sombre chants ring across monasteries of the Padmasambhava. The Buddha will return a thousand times to this earth ...
The scent of burning juniper wafts through thin air, bonds with the milky mist and envelopes the verdant slopes in a sleepy seclusion. Fluttering flags whisper prayers to the wind.

An ancient gompa opens its doors to the nascent sunlight. The waves of the Mansarovar touch its shores and my heart misses a beat.

A lonely lama walks past a cluster of golden poplars swaying in gay abandon. He crosses a wooden bridge over a turbulent stream and vanishes into the mountainous confines. My eyes wander about the path he walked.
Has he taken the road to salvation ? Each one has his own path, the Great Master has said.

The mid-day sun warms the snows on high-peaks. The glistening snow can make you blind.
I have been blind for ages ...

I haven't looked within. I have remained a slave of the temporal.
I have loved, I have cried and I have lost.

But I never owned anything - nothing.
So, what have I lost ? How can I loose what I never had ?