Kyrgyzstan has mesmerized me. It is a rough, wild and beautiful country. The pictures are telling pure and simple stories about Kyrgyzstan’s solitary places like the forests, mountains and grasslands. Often I strongly feel the call to go to these rough rural areas, hilly dales, shady woods and lakeside shores for the mere joy of their beauty, tranquility and freshness, but also because of the mystical presence with which nature blesses such places.
And the unspoiled sceneries and the freedom of the open uninterrupted views across the land-and seascapes or the gentle clouds that wrap around the mountains echo back from outside the body the same attributes of the soul within. And sometimes it so happened that the outside nature was beautifully still and gentle and that was followed by an inner stillness and peace. The two tranquilities blended into one another. And in these moments, when I entered into this communion with nature deeply enough I felt a little like a free-flying eagle, floating and free spirited and within that could find the unity that is associated with what most religions call God.