Bales and beelights were visibly sharp. SEZ, swarm, rosewood, strirples and onomato patterns have been delicately drawn. Their placement in geometric mandala has been unique. He was simply following the voice and directions of his inner voice. Time has flown in this month, he couldn’t realize-how?
His hands had moved relentlessly on the wall giving him occasional pain while making the arrowheads and swirls. The synchronisation of patterns when integrated into the mural with touch of bluish and greenish tint had made it aesthetically charming and sublime. Each completed pattern had worked as a sedative for him.
On the final waves he was now, lost. A curve in the lines for a perfect wave. A move here and an eye for detailing there. Scrubbing and polishing, touching and wiping, cleaning and filling the spaces with his imagination and insights, stories and folk lores of the past, he was completely absorbed.
An unexpected pat on his shoulder, and he knew, from the warmth and the gentleness, the Master had come.
Aum turned and bowed. Noticed the waves of happiness in Master’s eyes.
Recognized Master, Aum’s findings.
Asked he, “Where are you now, Aum?”
“Lost in them, Master!”
Laughed loud the Master and joined Dorjee and Sanghaya along with him! “It’s a good sign!” Said he.
Smiled Aum.
“Can you come into ‘now’ here with us, without being ‘lost’ there?”
“Can I Master?”
“The answer you know Aum, don’t you?”
“I know Master but the trajectory of the thoughts lead and drive me.”
“That’s their pattern Aum, a vortex here and a pokeleaf there, in your thoughts. Recognise them.”
“Yes, I do Master.”
“Now: just witness those patterns Aum, a curve here and a wave there and let them go. Non-attached! And then go beyond thoughts.”
“Can I Master?”
“That’s your journey Aum, after the Mural!”
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