Spiritual Knowledge Does Not Divide
A parade, Led by The Blind...
Permits approved, I hired a car to get to the trail head in the Himalayas, nestled between Nepal and Bhutan. The roads were treacherous, but empty…until a crowd collected from the fog ahead, wielding signs with slogans in the local languages of Hindi, Nepali, Bhutia, and Lepcha, Gurung, Limbu, Magar, Mukhia, Newari, Rai, Sherpa, and, generously, as if just for me, English.
I jumped out. “I’ll meet you at the end!“
The policeman is pointing the sign to my camera, knowing the blind man holding it is unaware that he’s being photographed. there to observe and regulate the parade, he becomes an active participant, illustrating the sentiment on the signage.
I was drawn to this image for years before I ever saw the boy in the lower left.
The metaphor is too obvious…
