Guided
Guided by my Guru
A Pilgrimage to take
Rugged hills and bustling towns
No impression make
In silence I sit wrapped in shawl
To hand out bananas
Our driver taking one
Here a boarder guard
With expression bland as he looks within
Driver not perturbed - both babble in a foreign tongue
Serene I sit with heart pounding
I hope he doesn’t ask for passport
As driver hands him a banana in exchange for a pass
The guard once more looks within. Our eyes meet.
In silence lowering eye lids I nod my head
Mala playing in my hand
Let through. At last, he gives a nod.
Such a tale to tell,
Our driver happily laughs.
Revealing all
I told the boarder guard the banana was Prasad
Prasad from Mata Gee
Silence broken
A bubble of laughter left my lips
Spirit lifted mala flowing
Light added to our journey’s flow.
Mountains
How strange this land
Amid tall trees and winding paths
Where in the silence bells do chime
Welcome is the temple song, come give praises
In Gods passing song
This day does children’s laughter join with sonorous bells
Voices carried in whispered tone
By unseen winds
To become silent, as if by decree
Nature alone graces this land
Amid mountains bold
Sunlight closes, now giving light to even song
Must I wake from dreamless sleep?
A wondrous flow is breaths rhythmic song
To sit in flow within my heart
Looking out as body stirs from toes to finger tips
Breath grows stronger now
Mind awake in mantric flow
To light a candle while I do pray
Full light beckons now
Excitement flow
Today I take one more step
A pilgrimage, of old.
