One Journey Begins
As I set out maps and compasses,
one journey begins and another ends.
Though I have a sense of where I am
going, the mystery of what I will unravel,
beckons. On the horizon, beyond the curves
of sunrise lies the winding road, leading me on.
Soon, the flatlands will give rise to snow-capped
mountains whose names remain yet foreign.
In my bones, I arose a long time ago from
the Himalayan peaks- as an old boy, happy
to return to my students. Now, I am in disguise,
as he who does not know what he knows.
The days pass like this, as the song of miles
and passing time conjoin as if they were twins
awaiting their new birth. I journey on.
Pal Teravagimov Photography
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.