Monday, April 16, 2018

The auspicious day...

The monastery was carved out of the rocks high in the hill country.

It had been there for centuries.

We'd driven hours from Colombo in the heat and humidity to get there.

He spoke no English but somehow we communicated.
He offered us orange Fanta and thick almond cookies that were still warm.

I remember the quietness of the moment.
There was a stillness and calm that I can't really explain.
Just being in his presence was comforting.

I was hesitant to take his photograph but when I finally asked he seemed complimented that I should want to take his picture.

There were very young monks who were there to study. They came out of no where when the photo was being taken. Peeking through doorways and windows.

He tied blessings on our wrists but had my friend tie mine as he was not allowed to touch women.

I felt a sense of peace that lasted for days after that visit.

I feel it every time I look at this photograph.


  1. Hari OM
    The reach of a true master is boundless... YAM xx

  2. cool is this !!!!!!! a recent visit ? ♥♥ L

  3. Mee-you what a touchin an sweet story an thee foto of thee Holy Man iss wunderfull....mee feelss PEECE just lookin at him all so.
    Fankss fur sendin mee thee linky Noodle thee Kat.
    **nose bumpsss** Siddhartha Henry xxx