Highway

Travelling in a crowded bus, the roads busy and packed with cars and bikes. There is a feeling of heavy smoke in the air, and the pedestrians on the road look tired in the sunlight. Yet surprisingly the world, all of the creative energy of it, suddenly seems light and full of peace. ‘I’ am totally surprised by this feeling; I look to nature, trees, birds, flowing water, to evoke this sense of deep mystery, and I certainly don’t expect grace on a highway. It ebbs and flows, and, soon enough, the traffic jam is just a traffic jam once more, and my restless thoughts and emotions wash over everything else.

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