and holy peaks of Badrinath
following Sri Hari Vishnu's
blessed footprint
Breathing in the bluest air
imaginable....
hoary sages with matted locks
peruse luminous scriptures
that glow in the dark stony
rough hewn caves
A curious wind blows
over my shoulders and face
enigmatic yet so familiar
words whispered that only
my Soul can hear
There is awe carved in
every pebble and portion
of this vast resplendent vista
Where my Spirit so passionately treads....
Glad you enjoyed the poem.
Sending you a starlight chalice
Overflowing
Sonya Ki
Ron