(A poem dedicated to everyone I met on my trip)
Nine months
one full circle
Pula Gola
many steps many stops
and You
some fate, by the stars
the sun and the moon
the rocks and the rivers
the mountains, the islands, the temples
I met you
we connected
shared the sun, the moon, the rain
English words, human understanding
"These are the days
we hang our souls upon
and high above them
as the sun withdraws
we hang up the moon."
Home?
What does that mean?
I go to my home.
Om? and Peace?
You and I sing together
we hang our souls upon the sun, the moon
home
om
Don´t forget Mela
I remember you :)
Mela
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