Like Butter

All I knew was that the place felt like home. Mystically alien, but with a warmth I knew not from this world. The gentle light, the whispering mountaintops, the rustling of prayer flags.... I was in a enrapt with every detail and fragrance.... I only wanted to "be" in that place forever.

I noticed a couple of old monks chatting but I didn't pay much attention. There were many old monks throughout the village and principal wat. But then something tickled my psyche. Just a playful tug, but enough to rouse me from my europhia. I noticed one of the monks, the taller one wearing a nice watch, large eye glasses, and thick wool socks in sandals. I don't know why I focused on this man, but something seemed a bit different with him. He had some kind of invisible light emmanating from his space.

I kept the feeling for a good while after that, but just blamed it on the spiced chai and opium. Until.... a man walked up to me and asked me if I knew who that man was.... I told him I didn't and then he informed me the gentleman was his holiness, the Dalai Lama himself.


"Like Butter" ~ Dharamsala, India © 2010 Skip Hunt