A place that calls to me.
Sunlight and blue sky, clouds, mountain shadows
And Hawk’s winged cries.
I know this place from
Another time, another heart.
I showed him the pictures, so much like
Mt. Kailash, he agreed.
Time passed, as did he, no chance to see together
No chance to share as before.
We both knew, as did the mountain, by
It’s stars reflected in the lake.
A spirit dwelling
Timeless expanse contained
Between the peaks, a space of knowing
A place of soul, eternal.
A portal to the past and a gateway to the future.
Please, Sri, reach for me through the veil, tell me again what I need to hear
You know this place as I do, I am sitting on the “rock” waiting.
Lift the mists once more and look for me
I will meet you there, I promise