A Pilgrim Seeking
A poem of spiritual quest

After days crossing the singing sands she stood before the well of the winds and cupped the precious liquid in small trembling hands
cooled by the breeze of a wandering shadow she tilted back and drank watching the sky change color and squeezing sand between her toes
in the late of afternoon she drew up her shawl and set out in the path of the pilgrims tracking an ancient leyline high into mountains cold and stony
drawn to the source of the force, Lake Manasarovar, molten gold in failing light sun enormous, artichoke red water as pure as the Beginning
an after-image of the setting sun bounced in blue and magenta blotters on the walls of monasteries that shared the cliffs with nested raptors
she followed a narrow trail by the shore passing entrance portals guarded by boulders, and while she walked a light gathered around her, brilliant beam like a moon formed inside an atom she stood with hands raised as power and inspiration flew about like sparks of wind-stirred embers, and complete contentment welled up and resonated deep within her
According to Wikipedia, Manasarovar is a combination of two Sanskrit words: Mānas meaning mind, intelligence, understanding, conscience, and sarovara meaning a lake or a large pond deep enough for a lotus. The word is also frequently spelled Mansarovar.






