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  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods The forbidden places  The misgiven feelings Unfamiliar senses A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The voices of fear  Stirring of the unrecognized wounds The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will find its way back  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods  A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will surely find its way back  A return to innocence -March, 2020

The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And thus the prayer begins The ceremony starts with the drums Resounding through the depths of silence All that's unpleasant slither away There is a hollow feeling  Harps follow the rhythm of the mind All who seek shall find  Maybe not today  But the prayers they grow  The horns blow sharp  The mantra flags flap vigorously  The bells they guide you Silence is nearer  Maybe today is the day Am I really here? Or he who hides beneath the obvious? The drums they grow louder  The horns reach the crescendo  Together the calling is for the ultimate  Only those who seek shall find  Maybe today is really the day The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And finally to the one Only those who seek shall find 

Muanpokhari, Shivapuri - Nov 15, 2019 I was stepping downstairs Just like every other day As you get tired from a long day It might be from a rooftop place It might be from your window It might have been an amazing day together It might be a way downhill The view you were seeing suddenly gets your attention You finally start feeling This is it It is as if all your past selves were suddenly drawn to this moment Watching this together Quietly as you sit a moment tunes itself into a view You watch the smoke mix with the air The forest growing sleepy with the setting sun Birds they fly slowly and you follow them all the way into the clouds The sky suddenly turns into colors Your thoughts pull you out into the city lights You know how life is like back You know how time is like back You know as you open that door to step in You know as you take your shoes off As you allow yourself back into your room The morning starts into anoth...