Spark – An Ignition Within

Sitting in my room I thought I needed to clear my mind and just get things into perspective about my life goals, about the goals of the journey I was about to partake in and why I was doing this? what I wanted from it? I thought that this trip would help me to internalise things and I will take the time to become untangled and quiet.

Spark works for both man and machine ; spark for travel in me gets aligned with the spark in the spark plug of my motorcycle and having the same spark we push each other and travel unlimited kilometres. The long straight highways, the white centre line of the road and yellow boundaries act as a ladder which takes me to a different dimension of life called mountains. In the mountains, I feel like I have arrived into the journey of life that I always wanted to live.

Sometimes I think I don’t need roads to travel nor any vehicle. The whole journey starts within my mind and gets fuelled up with a will to change the monotonous and robotic routine of city life. From anticipation to execution, I live the journey everyday within my mind and every second of my execution while on the trip feels like a deja vu. To be able to manifest what I had thought, is like inventing a new dimension and putting it into production.

I like keeping the mind blank as a photographic plate and I let the retinal lens capture whatever is out there in the wavelength of light spectrum.

The vastness of the landscape makes me feel so lost in time and space, and I make no progress or visible progress because the vastness of the landscape creates an illusion that I am stationary while actually I am moving. It feels like an infinite and never ending blissful road with huge mountains connecting the earth and the sky in distant horizon. As I write, I am just looking for words to describe what I had seen and felt in that exact moment ,but words have a barrier which can be crossed over only by the power of sight and for that you have to be there in that moment.

The whole area above 4500 Mtrs is just other worldly and incredibly beautiful. There are geysers ,salt lakes, mineral lakes- while all of it is a cold desert. While riding, some places I came across were breathtakingly beautiful and I thought why I was not aware of these places before; a similar thought which comes to me when I arrive at a state of mind I never knew existed before. The outside world is completely relatable to the world we have built inside our minds and the more we explore on the outside the more we open up on the inside. We need to go outdoors to find a way inside.

As I travel through the showmanship of the clay, the journey on the outside becomes the mirror image of the psychological solitude and I develop a seekers perception, accepting the duplicity of deception which mind and matter plays.

A part of our life remains untouched if we don’t travel. Life is all about living in the present moment; the past and the future are misunderstandings of the mind which are either gone or projected. The only experience that exists is in this present moment and this is what “existence” is.