Sai Anantam

Past the city
Into the winding curves
of the mountain
I find myself
in a place of stillness
I have journeyed here
to see within myself
I am alone
The trees whisper
in hushed tones
The pond water
is still
White temple
solitary in it's stance
I approach
with uncertainty
I must
With bare feet
I enter
and take a place
on the left side
of the room
Gentle quiet
We are all together
breathing
I close my eyes
I begin to see again