Rising on my last morning I allowed myself to soak in the aura of the jungle,
enjoying the silence,
loosing myself as I watched the fish,
feeling myself falling deeper into a waking trance,
the trickling water hypnotizing me,
intensely changed on a level I can not begin to understand, nor share.
Returning to the western world will be an adventure,
yet as I return I realise that I return extensively altered.
Remaining with me, the mountains linger, as does the wisdom of the sacred tree,
infusing me with an intrinsic knowledge of life,
and the competence to live through my heart,
having strenghtened my connection to God/ Source/All That Is
has changed me irrevocably.
And so it continues,
the enduring composition of 'my' life,
lays head, waiting to be written..................