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Saturday, June 18th, 2016

Saturday, June 18th, 2016
Moundsville, West Virginia

Up We Go

I did a two mile walk at the beautiful grounds in New Vrindavan and then I was tempted.  I was offered a free ride on a hot-air balloon, one of the fun features at the weekend retreat.  Some words on this experience came to mind, and then to paper.

Up we go
In a hot air balloon
I feel big and tall
Down there, they are small
To be above it all
Closer to the sun
Closer to the One
The mist is all about
Hanging in the air
Will someone cut the rope?
We'll view a greater scope
Be carried by the wind
And land who knows where?
Fuel will run dry
It might make us cry
One thing that's for sure
We'll not reach the dham
Where life is eternal
And nothing's nocturnal
We'll come back down
Right where we began
The ego's like a balloon
If not, a real buffoon
It's full of hot air
And if we really care
It really should descend
Before you reach your end.

May the Source be with you!

2 miles

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