Le tronc n existe plus...il fait 450m de circonference, environ 250 ans, c est peut etre le plus grand d Asie...

Je suis a Puri a l est de l Inde, je suis au bord de la Bay du bengale...comme c est agreable apres la pollution de calcutta de voir l horizon et d entendre les vagues.Il y a un des 4 temples les plus sacres de toute l inde le Jagannath temple,et un village de pecheurs extrement pauvres...dans la ville c est l agitation...les sahdous en pelerinages, les mendiants qui me poursuivent sur des km en s agripants a mes vetements..les vaches sacrees au milieu de la route, les odeurs d encens, les klaxons en permanences...les rickshaws...c est la folie...tout autour du temple s est la ferveur religieuse dans toute sa splendeur...

I saw this sadhu praying at a holy temple...What was he praying for?Not for his family, because he had none.Not for his health because this slight body could not care less. He didn't even know where his next meal was coming from.He wasn't praying for his future. A man who has renounced his past does not have a future. But he was praying, tirelessly, constantly. His life was a prayer.