I think the air of any pilgrim centre
Any spiritual hub is filled with grief , helplessness and
tears of regret
There is a pause
A pause to remember how greedy we have been
How ungrateful we have been to life
How transactional we have become
How happiness escaped from us like sand in an hourglass
How loveless each day has been
No matter how much commercial the places have become ,
The air has this very sharp pain of sorrow
The surrendering to something we don't know quite
Seeking reassurance and redemption to something no one ever understood the nature of
People walking on and along the thin thread of devotion and madness
The lady was standing next to me when we were inside,
She couldn't pray
She cried and cried
Loud
As if she just gotten her heart broken
Everyone asked her to push through the crowd and go outside to cry
I couldn't stop my tears seeing her cry
She urged everyone around to weep about existence, silently
The very misery of ignorance of it
It's been an hour since I've been sitting close to her
Close enough to see her
Far enough to keep her prayers only between her and her god
