As we came closer a flute sounded, below it it was accompanied by seawhisper... below was deeper song, of the hills. Then we finally reached the place. Cupped by two hills the sun descended to its execution, and there between entranced and awestruck was us, a small gathering of meditators, scattered on the hills... each of us alone, each wrapped in a meditative ecstasy...
As we were enveloped, the trance deepened, the world began to glow, explode, blaze, till the entire scene was a volcanic erruption of mystic light... all were enveloped in their own way... some danced... some were still as carved statues... some played music... some held hands... hours passed we were rooted and we floated...
The sun sank, but the blaze remained, the stars twinkled... Like fairy lights the beach welcomed. Like fairy lights the inner world beckoned... then like drunks... we sploshed our way back through a waist-deep, returning sea.
-- Tarun & Celia Cherian
Creator's Child Travels... Discovers The World... is Holy... And Good Fun!