Path to nothingness
The mountains had been waiting for me, every rivulet, boulder, weathered rock too. And the icy winds let me know that. At 60kph, the wind resistance knocks down the speed to a mere 10kph and drills sand into my nose. Melting snow has flooded what is left of the road, the flowing rivers of icy water threatening to throw my bike and me to the valley below along with boulders and stones to take with. The harsh sun ever so closer, burns my skin. They all have a way to let me know they were waiting for me. During the night, the sky has descended with an explosion of stars.
I ask them how r u all?
They are not words anymore, they are pure energy and force to be experienced, to be felt and they know it too.
The mountains have taken it upon themselves to be my host. I know they have accepted me within their folds and I am in conversation with every droplet, stone, melting snow and my bike on the world’s highest motorable road in the Himalayas. And yet, I am a miniscule speck of a greater body.
Meanings disappear, knowledge too.
What remains is an unknown presence, to be experienced.
The same icy winds have etched their energy into the rock surface, sculpting their way by eroding. The flowing icy waters make their mark all along the mountainside. My conversations with the elements are making their marks in the emptiness of thought.
A constant search for glimpses of energy.
The energy of moving branches, energy in flowing waters…
Jenson Anto
Path to nothingness
The mountains had been waiting for me, every rivulet, boulder, weathered rock too. And the icy winds let me know that. At 60kph, the wind resistance knocks down the speed to a mere 10kph and drills sand into my nose. Melting snow has flooded what is left of the road, the flowing rivers of icy water threatening to throw my bike and me to the valley below along with boulders and stones to take with. The harsh sun ever so closer, burns my skin. They all have a way to let me know they were waiting for me. During the night, the sky has descended with an explosion of stars.
I ask them how r u all?
They are not words anymore, they are pure energy and force to be experienced, to be felt and they know it too.
The mountains have taken it upon themselves to be my host. I know they have accepted me within their folds and I am in conversation with every droplet, stone, melting snow and my bike on the world’s highest motorable road in the Himalayas. And yet, I am a miniscule speck of a greater body.
Meanings disappear, knowledge too.
What remains is an unknown presence, to be experienced.
The same icy winds have etched their energy into the rock surface, sculpting their way by eroding. The flowing icy waters make their mark all along the mountainside. My conversations with the elements are making their marks in the emptiness of thought.
A constant search for glimpses of energy.
The energy of moving branches, energy in flowing waters…
Jenson Anto