I have decided to title this collection 'Faith In Humanity'. An idea I have been exploring for some time now. Only today I had a phone call from a friend of mine who is also traveling through India and she recalled her experiences of how her faith in humanity has been restored. Traveling teaches us to have faith in humanity, as well as it showing itself to us in so many unexpected ways, usually when we let go of all control. And when we travel we are often forced to let go, so we have little choice but to trust humanity. And what a great joy it is to let the universe provide for you. These poems are from my time in India and you will notice that it is a much shorter collection. That is because my time in India was not spent talking and writing or using my mind in that way. It was spent contemplating, meditating, observing, all things great and divine. It was spent being in every moment and breathing. And it was through each breath, and staying present, that faith in humanity was possible. From the times when I thought I had nowhere to stay in cold Dharamsala, to getting my mobile phone stolen, at all times I tried to not react and trust in myself that everything would be ok. And it was, more so than if I had tried to control what lay ahead of me or react to fear. Because lets face it, everything is ok until we make it not.
FAITH IN HUMANITY
I have decided to title this collection 'Faith In Humanity'. An idea I have been exploring for some time now. Only today I had a phone call from a friend of mine who is also traveling through India and she recalled her experiences of how her faith in humanity has been restored. Traveling teaches us to have faith in humanity, as well as it showing itself to us in so many unexpected ways, usually when we let go of all control. And when we travel we are often forced to let go, so we have little choice but to trust humanity. And what a great joy it is to let the universe provide for you. These poems are from my time in India and you will notice that it is a much shorter collection. That is because my time in India was not spent talking and writing or using my mind in that way. It was spent contemplating, meditating, observing, all things great and divine. It was spent being in every moment and breathing. And it was through each breath, and staying present, that faith in humanity was possible. From the times when I thought I had nowhere to stay in cold Dharamsala, to getting my mobile phone stolen, at all times I tried to not react and trust in myself that everything would be ok. And it was, more so than if I had tried to control what lay ahead of me or react to fear. Because lets face it, everything is ok until we make it not.
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