A large Buddha cliff sculpture looks out over a desert valley,
as we travel through the Sands of Time.
My choice
is clear.
I am stepping slowly
into the quiet open land beyond.
There are no roads, no maps, no guides.
There is no insurance coverage, no training school.
Edible vegetation is sparse.
Rain trickles down my back
as I fumble with reeds to make a hat.
Through the mist
I catch a thread of song
and rise to see a band of barefoot sisters
approach with open arms.
With nothing more than faith and grace,
our dance has just begun.
~ Kirstin George
