Tonight is dedicated to red Hibiscus flowers. They ended inside the fire place while praying for the solar chord. It was also mauni amavasya, i.e a moonless night observed in silence. Women had fasted in the exchange for words. They did speak from mouths today but eyes were seen talking. There was nothing sattvic about the day even though I tried to make it. It all ended without a moral. Without a story as if either it wasn’t needed or we weren’t important. The walk was long. It didn’t feel long but sun had almost set and we both had reached to the aghora rhymes. The once desired magic when attained, when passed over, turns to mundane. Life is only breath. Every other thing a distraction.