My Spirit

My spirit,
Capable of doing things I can only dream of.
It crosses borders and reaches majestic snow-capped Himalayan peaks.

Wandering in the chilly temperatures,
Up and down the rugged hills.
Along the crystal-clear river’s edge,
Which flows swift and restless.
Where skies are clear,
and rocks are magnificently haunting in their beauty.

My spirit pauses at a small mountain tea stall.
Sipping warmth and freshness inside,
It speaks with the locals.
Who hold the secret to a contented life.
Untroubled by the need to spend or impress,
Living simply, no desire to mingle with the world.

Baptized in the ocean of purification,
My spirit flies away, seeking another destination.

I Dream of a World

sleepless nights