S A C R E D L I G H T
Hindu man, bathed in moonlight, meditates along the Ganges river in
India. Another carries that holy water on his back, up many steps, as a
devotional offering to a nearby temple. All around me Hindu pilgrims
have come long distances to bathe, to contemplate, and for some to die.
There is no doubt, I am in a very sacred place, drenched in a warm
days walk from the nearest automobile, on the roof of the world in the
Himalaya mountains of Nepal, the air is clear and sharp. Up before
dawn, I climb in the dark chasing the early morning light. In its daily
ceremony, the rising sun touches the tops of the highest mountains,
blessing them with a new day. In the freezing cold of the high Himalaya
morning I take in the innate beauty of nature.
I am drawn to images of belief and the sacred? I am, it would seem, an
unlikely sort to be poking around churches, mosques and holy sites
around the world. But I am thoroughly fascinated with what people
believe and why. The variety and commonality of belief around the world
is striking, intellectually as well as visually. What we believe says a
great deal about ourselves. It reveals our relationship with our human
condition, maybe our dissatisfaction. I myself am not Hindu, Christian,
Buddhist, Muslim or a true spiritual seeker of any kind. I prefer the
world just as it is. In the words of Buddha as he sat looking up at the
morning star: “How wonderful. How wonderful. All things are enlightened
exactly as they are!”
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