Muktinath, Nepal

Why are your eyes so red and tired? Is the wheel not granting you peace? Do the flames that surround you Cause you grief and fear? The girls come and dance at the temple They wave their scarves Full of color and devotion. The women come to learn and serve Giving their lives to the spirits of stone. The boys come to pray. The men come with red dripping from their faces and hands Hopes of cleanliness and enlightenment. You are searching, my love. You are reaching for the One But you grasp at these scarves, hanging in the breeze. How I long to bring the Message. Will someone share with you?

Who would take it up the mountain? Climb into the crevasses so worn and dark with worship. Stand on the ridge with your back to the wind. You have become a scarf floating in the air. An offering to the earth that you would join. Dream of a God who loves you. Dream of a God who died for you. He will come and love you. Come inside from the cold from the harsh north wind. Take shelter in the arms of the One who holds you.

�December 30, 2003 Sarah Russell. All rights reserved.

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