While on pilgrimage a few years ago in found myself standing on the bank of the Thousand Linga River in the Cambodian Jungle. A thousand years ago the river was temporarily diverted to create sacred art in a public space carved into the sandstone river bed. There are literally a thousand lingas as well as countless deities inscribed just beneath the flow of the bubbling stream.
Today this magnificent work continues to sing its song without concern for the thin veil of modernity that opaques the mind. It drew me in. I realized I was the spectacle, not the art. Unlike us, the deities rest comfortably in a timeless state of peaceful repose. Relax for a moment as I share the song I heard them sing to me:
(Soundtrack from my film Festival Canceled Due To Heavy Rain)