Closing my eyes I am in the market, a part of the humanity that is dancing to the music that is life. The high notes of the zill beckoning me this way and the bass of the hawkers driving me that way. I am twirled and swirled along the path. I am delighted by the date monger who offers a sample of his wares and startled by the monkey that steals my turban so a child can pick my pocket. I feel sorry for the child, so desperate that he would try to take from a penniless faqir, just down from a year's meditation by the glacier. If I had anything I would share it with him.
How I miss this. Maybe my mother was right. I am not cut out for this. but...
I open my eyes and I am awash with the symphony of the natural world. Sometimes a quiet and slow ballad of the glacier as it caresses the earth and sometimes a raucous movement highlighting it's futile struggle to free itself from the earth's grasp. Next a the playful aerial ballet of the birds in their mating flight accompanied by the far off mating call of some hooved creature.
I would miss this so much. I am where I am supposed to be.
Ah, to be human, to want to have two things at the same time that I can not have at the same time.
I'll sit here to ponder this for the next while... a year or so.