and the sky is dull and sullen.sunrise and sunset both buried in the polluted skies.some mornings are less attractive, some evenings feel like endings. whatever the time, its feeling overdone, less instead of more. im ready for the planeride, i feel the call of the path of action and home is the starting point for my journey. i walking down the inner trail yesterday, i see a small path to the left, no markings, just another way to go. i walk and it ascends, yellow and white markers, meters and meters of rock set path going higher and higher, caves are situated along the way. all the way to the top of the ridge where a man sits with his earphones staring away, unaware i am there. i look down the trail and realize it may be a long way further and decide i will come back tomorrow and try to find its destination. Pongal is approaching the week after the full moon tomorrow night. both will bring thousands of sojourners around the mountain though pongal will undoubtedly be even more crazy. i feel the definite pull to leave and wonder why not. i am done here, i am like a buoy in the ocean, bobbing and dipping in the eternal waves and wind. i feel no current no push or pull to anything here. i am adrift and empty of desire. i am used to wanting or not, needing or not but here its just wafting through foggy water clouds of existence slowly dissolving into vistas of serenity and peace. its weird, but eerily normal. life has taken a detour and its become the turnpike. i watch myself like im not really here but just occupying a mannequin, it does little and thinks less, probably the reason these posts seem so lifeless. i will explore my situatiion a little longer, but at this rate everything will have been said before too long. good luck with that and good bye.
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