Saturday, June 18th, 2016

Saturday, June 18^th, 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