When I was at Baduy

Once upon a time , on my journey to Baduy Luar, West Java with small group of friends.. On our climbing track ...around 90 degree up...and the road is slippery and very small...next to us are valleys....made everyone feel small and not have any power...we are only creature...the valleys under our feet 'hush' us , made us so quiet..made us the city folks realized that there is God who powerful...we are nothing..everyone concentrate on the track...except our guide tour..the Baduy folks..very humble people and kind..This road are their life..every day without light under the rain in the dark...they walk in this slippery and very near with valleys..one mistake..bump...fall into the .... I have known my Guide of life, my teacher, called Mursyid..Because i took this journey for getting to know mother nature and slip away from hectic of the world, I could not meet my Mursyid for several days.. somehow I missed him. In the middle of my concentration of taking care of myself on this slippery road,i heard the Baduy folks name Kang Karta asked about his old neighbour to his friend , "how 's Pak Mursyid?" .....duh... my heart beating faster,i talked to myself.."ha? my Mursyid is here in Baduy?" stupid meeee..... Not my teacher himself...but probably he is around as his promise will guide and taking care of me in a way...