Chiang Khong, Mekong river, Thai/ Laos border, warm, sitting on the border drinking the cheapest beer, having a great time on my own, but I still miss my baby, its quite beautiful, though, but it just looks the same, but its nothing like the rest of Thai with an unusual mix, ----new/old/nature----------------- especially when trekking in Chiang Mai, where they are so poor but they have solar energy, and they live for the day,
--because you can always have a destination but you will never get there without focusing upon your next move, its so easy to feel naive, but each day we wake up were naive so why are we so surprised, I do enjoy it a lot here thou, maybe i’m just running away, but from what I don’t know, cause i’m so content to live here now, its weird, its like I’ve been here before, and the people seem to act a lot nicer, to me and to those I befriend, or who befriend me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do feel I do need to get back to the monastery thou I think I more aware each time of the suffering but I now have a purpose a destination, and object something else I’ve found worthwhile, which I know I can do the other good, but i’m not prepared to give it all up yet even thou there is some friction between it I can also tell now when there makin fun of the falang, either me or someone else, but I wish to learn to read, which would be very good, but the trek was good, with Sarj, Olivia, Richard, Rose, Joe, Erika, Narelle and Sylvia,
LOVE IS ALL WE NEED, CONCENTRATION AND ENERGY ALL WE HAVE.............MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HEALED AND HEALTHY, MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM HARM AND SUFFERING, MAY ALL BEINGS BE AWAKENED AND LIBERATED, MAY ALL BEINGS ENJOY INNER PEACE AND EASE, MAY THERE BE PEACE IN THIS WORLD AND THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.............MAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, ONLY THROUGH THE MIND CAN EVIL SURVIVE.............
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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