April 23, 2003
Oceans of Love
Sitting on a boulder at the bottom of India. To the South are three oceans becoming one, East is the full moon waking up, the West has a gentle sun going to sleep and North are thunderclouds between mountains. The veil of clouds over the setting sun subtly sends a crimson-orange glow in every available space. Perception is tweaked at the mountainside as clouds within the even darker setting-sunlight there resemble more mountains in the far off sky. Periodic flashes of lightning to illuminate the distant cluster, the only thunder is the rolling and crashing of the Arabian Sea/Indian Ocean/Bay of Bengal waters...all one at this point. And to give everything balance is the gorged grapefruit moon rearing itself in time with the disappearing sun. One says "tomorrow" with a burst of colour and the other gently accepts with moonshine...kissing the ocean with cool silverblue lips and tongue...feeling balanced is easy. So I hang on the rock for some time and "moonbathe". Everyone else has left so it's me, moon, sun, stars, virgin waters (no ships can dock here so as Gandhi has said:"the waters, like the Goddess Kanya, are virgin") and an infinite sky-horizon beyond me.
I'm glad I left the city.
Been here in Kanyakumari for a couple of days, maybe a couple of more. Deep sleep, early rise to greet the sun in contrast to the rampant tourist filth that surrounds me also. Who makes all this stuff that people don't want or need? Easily forgotten though. Take a bike ride till I feel like stopping and end up some kilometres away, through sleepy villages and to a fishing vista at a beach with frighteningly powerful waves. There's a life going here most people don't know about.... and probably don't care.
Chennai, though full of some wonderful people and art, is not being missed at this point. I'll only go back if I have to. I'd prefer to follow the coast until then.
I'll catch a wave for everyone…God knows there's enough coming.
Curtis
Oceans of Love
Sitting on a boulder at the bottom of India. To the South are three oceans becoming one, East is the full moon waking up, the West has a gentle sun going to sleep and North are thunderclouds between mountains. The veil of clouds over the setting sun subtly sends a crimson-orange glow in every available space. Perception is tweaked at the mountainside as clouds within the even darker setting-sunlight there resemble more mountains in the far off sky. Periodic flashes of lightning to illuminate the distant cluster, the only thunder is the rolling and crashing of the Arabian Sea/Indian Ocean/Bay of Bengal waters...all one at this point. And to give everything balance is the gorged grapefruit moon rearing itself in time with the disappearing sun. One says "tomorrow" with a burst of colour and the other gently accepts with moonshine...kissing the ocean with cool silverblue lips and tongue...feeling balanced is easy. So I hang on the rock for some time and "moonbathe". Everyone else has left so it's me, moon, sun, stars, virgin waters (no ships can dock here so as Gandhi has said:"the waters, like the Goddess Kanya, are virgin") and an infinite sky-horizon beyond me.
I'm glad I left the city.
Been here in Kanyakumari for a couple of days, maybe a couple of more. Deep sleep, early rise to greet the sun in contrast to the rampant tourist filth that surrounds me also. Who makes all this stuff that people don't want or need? Easily forgotten though. Take a bike ride till I feel like stopping and end up some kilometres away, through sleepy villages and to a fishing vista at a beach with frighteningly powerful waves. There's a life going here most people don't know about.... and probably don't care.
Chennai, though full of some wonderful people and art, is not being missed at this point. I'll only go back if I have to. I'd prefer to follow the coast until then.
I'll catch a wave for everyone…God knows there's enough coming.
Curtis