Jordan — songs of the desert

… with a sip of the bedouin sage tea

Dotted with the ruins of empires once great, it is the last resort of yesterday in the world of tomorrow.
— King Hussein

Wadi Rum

The endless desert where the bedouin roam. Silence, solitude, tea, and fire, your best companions. Soaking in the evening sun, catch the glimmer when night is born. The sky lights up with the falling stars, as you walk back into your dream.

Wadi Rum (Arabic: وادي رم‎ Wādī Ramm, translating either as “Valley of sand” or the “Roman Valley” — the latter due to the propensity of Roman architecture in the area), known also as the Valley of the Moon (Arabic: وادي القمر‎ Wādī al-Qamar), is a valley cut into the sandstone and granite rock in southern Jordan 60 km (37 mi) to the east of Aqaba. (Wikipedia)

No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry… the imprint of the desert… and he will have within him the yearning to return…. For this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match.
— Lawrence of Arabia
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the secret sits in the middle and knows.
— Robert Frost
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
— T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom; A Triumph
There is a world beyond ours, a world that is far away, nearby and invisible.
— Maria Sabina
Slowly and with care / with sap, with dew / with greenness, with clarity.
— Maria Sabina
The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.
— Aldous Huxley, from The Doors of Perception

Dead Sea, Salt

Be calm. Be quiet. Float.

The lowest point in the world at 1269 ft below sea level.

The sun rose over the city just as we reached the narrowest part of the gut, Grim leading, and its first rays showed that we were using the bed of a watercourse for a road. Exactly in front of us, glimpsed through a twelve-foot gap between cliffs six hundred feet high, was a sight worth going twice that distance, running twice that risk, to see — a rose-red temple front, carved out of the solid valley wall and glistening in the opalescent hues of morning.
— Talbot Mundy

Petra

Kings Highway

One of Jordan’s most scenic and ancient routes, the Kings Highway along its 280 km journey winds up and down mountains, twists around tiny ancient villages. It tells a story of the places where the Prophet Moses walked his tribe along the dead sea, the Romans and the Nabateans built cities.

Mount Nebo

Amman

Beautiful city inhabited for more than 9000 years.

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.
— Robert M. Pirsig
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