...a seekers path....

"What about reincarnation? Do you believe in reincarnation?"
Underneath the shadowpatterns of branches and leaves the image of his face became like an mosaique. A watercollorpainting by someone great but sience long known or remembered. And so, for a moment, it transformed into a womans. Softer in the edges, more feminine and almost pretty. I was stunned. This had to be due to the circumstanses I thought, the magic of a remote city in a most remote land. A magic built up by tales and stories passed on from dacade to decade, generation to the next about the land and the caves where the masters and dieties took their refuge, the mastering of sidhis, the spirit of the land. Where people tigh strings of brightcollored flags everywhere and there is a secret route to Shambala hidden for all but the pure in heart.
The woman peered at me with a little laughter playing round the eyes and the intensity was so strong it felt like She could see right through me. The voice still belonged to the old man though.
"From the begining there was a certain amount of energy gathered. With evolution it turned into what we call the earth and all that includes. As far as we know, no energy can disapear, end to exsist or turn into anti-materia. Therefor I believe the amount is still the same. What happens when a body die and turns into dust is obvious, but what becomes of the energy is up to God to let us understand when that time comes." Closing his eyes again, face back to normal, the moments gone. A springflood of questiones rushed into my mind turning my head into a beehive, unable to sort one out. I knew that universe is constantly moving, evolving and transforming. Everything but God, and so the experience of God in us. Wherever I came in the world people explained to me the same truth, that the contact with that deep source is the only thing that remains the same, only expanding as we dive deeper into it. There may be milliones of teachings and tecniques, but the point of perfection searched are the same.

"You think to much, didi!" He said with a little chuckel and peered at me from where he sat. "Thats the reason why so many people get lost in this world, they think to much! Collecting knowledge and reasons and years and years of feelings inside until they are so full of everything else but what they are really looking for. I tell you, Didi, to find whatever answers you have, its not a matter of filling up with something but to let go of what is keaping up the space!"
With this I could tell he was finished and he made a move to rise up. The sun had shifted from noon to early evening meanwhile we talked and the street had slowly filled up from one corner to the other with rikshas and shopkeepers crying for atention, sad-eyed children begging for rupies, people walking, talking, driving mopeds and ox-carts, sellers, dealers and beautiful women in bright-collored saris dancing by with the grace of queens. Afraid of never seeing him again, I wanted to ask for another meeting, a moment, a chance to learn more. But before I had the chance to speak he did.
"Go now and when you come back tomorrow; bring chai and water. The sun is hot, even for an old man."