Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at a new episode of our wonderful Kai. This month we are traveling back in time while we are "trodding" along the ancient Silk Road. We are following the Northern Route that brings us along the Taklamakan Desert and later this month as we are returning home we will also take the Southern Route, also along the Taklamakan Desert.
The Taklamakan Desert is a very important issue this month, so I love to tell you little bit more about this Desert.
|The Taklamakan Desert was once inhabited as excavations have proven|
The interest in these mummies exists largely because of their extraordinarily well-preserved state. One of the most famous mummies unearthed from the Taklamakan Desert is that of "Cherchen Man." He had reddish brown hair, a long nose, full lips and a ginger beard.
There is no water on the Taklamakan Desert and it was hazardous to cross. "Takla Makan" means "go in and you'll never come out". Merchant caravans on the Silk Road would stop for relief at the thriving oasis towns. The key oasis towns, watered by rainfall from the mountains, were Kashgar, Marin, Niya, Yarkand, and Khotan (Hetian) to the south, Kuqa and Turfan in the north, and Loulan and Dunhuang in the east. Now many, such as Marin and Gaochang are ruined cities in sparsely inhabited dusty spots with poor roads and minimal transportation.
[...] "A goal stood before Siddhartha, a single goal: to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of wishing, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. Dead to himself, not to be a self any more, to find tranquility with an emptied heard, to be open to miracles in unselfish thoughts, that was his goal. Once all of my self was overcome and had died, once every desire and every urge was silent in the heart, then the ultimate part of me had to awake, the innermost of my being, which is no longer myself, the great secret.
Silently, Siddhartha exposed himself to burning rays of the sun directly above, glowing with pain, glowing with thirst, and stood there, until he neither felt any pain nor thirst any more. Silently, he stood there in the rainy season, from his hair the water was dripping over freezing shoulders, over freezing hips and legs, and the penitent stood there, until he could not feel the cold in his shoulders and legs any more, until they were silent, until they were quiet. Silently, he cowered in the thorny bushes, blood dripped from the burning skin, from festering wounds dripped pus, and Siddhartha stayed rigidly, stayed motionless, until no blood flowed any more, until nothing stung any more, until nothing burned any more." [...] (Source: Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse)
The above fragment from "Siddhartha" could have been easilyt placed in this surroundings. in the Taklamakan Desert. In the Taklamakan Desert the weather conditions are as extreme as above described in the fragment.
Maybe Taklamakan Desert is a place to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of wishing, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. but as I read the information and look at the images than to me it's a place that I would love to visit ... it seems awesome.
protecting fragile life
from the sun
Not a very strong haiku, but I think I have caught the essence of the Taklamakan Desert.
This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7:00 PM (CET) and will remain open until February 12th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode, Tian Shan Mountains (Northern route), later on. For now ... have fun!