Wednesday, July 28, 2010
...Oh yes, I knew I'd arrived. But something wasn't right. I wandered the streets, in hopes of a restaurant. But something was missing. I wasn't quite where I was supposed to be. Wasn't I supposed to have luggage? I wandered the grey streets with a lightweight bundle. I clung to it, and knew I'd find its lightweight, cozy softness comforting. I had a small blanket tucked in that bag. My 'security' blanket, all might work out as long as I had it... ...But that rest of the puzzle? It all dissolved into hot black night, and the loud roaring of fans and a familiar just firm enough bed...
Thursday, July 29, 2010 A
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I made a bee line to the Egyptian gallery, but I had to pass through several other galleries first.
A tall Buddha is very impressive, with his "chest expanded because he is full of prana", as the headphone guide said:
Leaving this room, two graceful Bodhisattvas flanked each side of the entrance into the next room. This one looks like he's swaying to music, lost in reverie:
When I got to the Egyptian gallery, a tour guide was holding a small group of children captive, as she discussed a colorful mummy:
In addition to this 'star' of the gallery, a few lovely small reliefs enchanted me:
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