"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

08 January 2014

100 Words; Alien Song

If you listen, you can hear the river ice as it freezes and thaws, shifts and buckles, expands and contracts. To my ears it is the alien chanting of some far-flung mountain monastery. Mantras of an order older than the kingdoms of Man, perhaps even before the times of dragons and titans when the world was yet young.

Winds of Tibetan viciousness have sculpted interesting drifts across the landscape. In some places, the snow can be a crusted knee-high dune, in others a bare dusting of fine powder. Sometimes, the sound of footfalls is jarring to the cacophony of silence.

8 comments:

  1. Nicely described in a 100 words :)

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  2. Nicely evocative piece. The gods of winter do feel a lot like the fierce deities of Tibetan Buddhist tradition.

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    1. I've always been a fan of the dharmapala, even and especially Mahakala and Yama. However, when it comes to winter and its associated deities I have something of a love/hate relationship with Yuki-Onna out of Japan.

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  3. Ah, how she breathes in her sleep...

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  4. Excellent piece, Robbie. I like the way you hear winter.

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