Going to the mountains.

Going to the mountains , is not always to go somewhere,watch beauty,or even to measure how fit you are..

It's not even to look for somekind of meaning to your emptyness......but, in a certain way you meet "yourself".

The mountains reveals " somekind of something" without measure....the spaces are not monotonous to watch; things are always happening in silence...a silence so similar to the temple which is in you.

I go to mountains because they don't talk , atleast not in the usual ways of what we consider as talking.......
With the mountains there is often a kind of dialogue , between the two silences; the mountains and mine...

And ,then the other kind of silences
the clouds ;the cloudy silence. The cattle grazing below; grazing silence,.......the sunlight pouring;sunlit silence......the grass growing;green silence,...... the mist moving ;silence in motion........sitting with the whole library of different kinds of silences the body drifts away under a cascade of wellbeing......
The cry of a bird,
or the cattle bells and the wind,or even the other climbers also being a part of this silence .

You are just standing before your inner streams.
This is Yoga.