Its time to sleep. And Logar starts beating the drum again tonight.
May be he does it for mangla, the cow. But then there is no need for that. Or may be to warm himself up. It is cold. Or most probably and i feel this could be the reason, to keep Jacky, the panther away from the cows.
Its windy. Neem tree under which we sleep showers its old leaves on us all night. In the morning we went towards the field and started digging. The mud that we got was put into a copper plate and then was under the same tree. On it we placed a copper snake and twelve different coloured stones in the direction of the water.
Maharaj went to the temple on the mountain. I, and the guy whose dream is to mine a mountain started putting the clay in the direction of the planet’s movement. But they wobble. Even though the energy is needed to pour in them, the vital breath but we shall see tomorrow when maharaj will wake up. Night came and Logar started beating drums.
Next day we went around the circular home to find wood instead found two calves. They were extremely happy and ran like jumping deers.
It is quite now after people became high of singing too much. But once Jacky roared, whole ashram turned meditative and did not pray or talked about any other thing than Jacky’s roar and his never happened stories.
Finally, I changed my position of sleep. Now I can see the neem tree when I wish.
As of now wind is talking and neem is listening.