Isha

Isha

The beauty of your silence echoes softly through your temples, your gardens, your paths.

The beauty of your temples and gardens invites stillness, introspection, and admiration of your breathtaking structures, your intricately designed corners, every door, every window, your fresh, lovingly arranged flower decorations and paintings, which testify to heartfelt humility and devotion.

Seekers, questioners flock to you, lingering, sitting silently immersed in yoga and meditation.

Some even waiting and desperate, ready to follow. Ready to surrender their own questions, seeking, and self-responsibility in order to hear the 'knowledge' of others, many grand, promising words that are heard become adopted, believed convictions, shared and scattered here with you, carried further and further by the wind. Wherever one goes, in every corner, on every stone, one can find a pinch of it resonating, leaving a rigid aftertaste.

Instead of remaining in their own awake questions, from which an open attitude would give birth to experiences and, therefore, actual knowledge.

That is the danger, Isha, that this place holds.

To follow, to believe.

Chants of ancient Indian teachers reverberate through your air, mantras waft through your streets, through your temples.

Isha

You have enchanted me with your warm, tranquility-inducing, infinite silence and your magical, timeless atmosphere. You leave in me an untouched silence, I will never forget that.

Thank you