Starting a series of notes by Avikal, called Reporting from the Great Doubt
3am. I woke up with the ocean in my ears and the feeling that I am finally here. I’m home.
It’s probably difficult, perhaps even impossible to understand, if you have spent most of your life in the same place.
From 1988 until tonight, I have gone around the world at least once a year. In fact, most of the time twice a year.
On my travels I have met so many people, slept in so many different beds, eaten so many different foods and heard so many different languages… Making me feel like a foreigner, and yet – at the same time – like I was part of them, familiar and at ease with the diversity, the uniqueness. I have felt and been at one with the beauty, the despair, the hopes, with the brilliancy and the chaos, the love and the prejudices of everyone and everywhere.
I’m home now, for the first time, after Poona, after India, after Osho’s commune.
Ulysses is back in Ithaca.
I remember so well that feeling of Being and belonging, deep in my belly, while sitting in Buddha Hall listening to my Master.
And now it’s here, right here.
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