Surge of water and earth merge in the mud, the blood of the land heart-mind in sacred clouds washed clean as the monsoon rains shroud our bodies. our feet travel through soft mud finding coarse granite gravel beneath, a swift descent from painfree innocence to gritty reality
Hard rock unforgiving to tenderfeet, all-forgiving when carved into Buddha images. his face shows both sorrow and peace his mouth a slight curve reflecting inner vision
Climb the rock face with eager heart don't look up or down, a lesson in concentrating on the present moment. breathe. sweat trickles down the neck stings the eyes, distracts the sight. the air is hot but damp never cooling. breathe. the heart-mind senses discomfort the hands administer water while something other stays cool and serene
Footsteps bless the earth connecting points creating chords stretching out five thousand immeasurable miles from holy places to sacred spaces. hold the course so that ' come the night - it's easy to be witness, to be a pilgrim for the Light
