The storm heat built up all afternoon and by early evening could contain itself no more. It exploded in a fury of whip-cracking rolling crashing thunder, massive sheets of lightning, torrents of rain. The parched earth was waiting with open arms.
Sleep was impossible; the action was too intense, loud, immediate.
Folded up on my zafu, thunderbolts flying clear through my body, lightning exploding from my head, I am a character in a Tibetan drama.
Until the door chimes bring me back to the theater of suburbia, Australian-style.
With every lightning strike they burst into a merry tinsel-town tune – a different one each time. Very odd really, since they were disconnected from mains power months ago. There must be a little battery inside with a trace of energy that recognizes the energy of the lightning bolt . . .
7 thoughts on “from Tibet to Oz on a lightning bolt”
Nothing like sudden, violent (better, energetic) cosmic phenomena to bring you to the present moment in no time. A wake up call!
Wideawakeness endlessly waking ITself up in ITs infinite guises!
OH!!! Dearest ML…There are some chimes here too that have one of those Trace Energy Batteries built right in. Goes straight to this heart — by-passes the whole nine yards. 🙂 ♥
Is that what they are called – Trace Energy Batteries? Amazing.
Especially when I look at what was scribbled the next morning – which will be posted tomorrow …
Watch this space! 🙂
Thank you for commenting – enthusiastically and wittily, as always.
I am laughing out loud at this one! The image is just too much! Hopefully my “trace battery” will remember soon, and those chimes will ring once again! Love it dear ml! C
It made she-who-scribbles cackle too!
I love your enso …