QUEST
One day I'll go again to Muktinath
where years ago I left a pledge behind
it waits for me upon the stony path
remaining there, a figment of my mind.
Along the route to Thorong La high pass
just where the ancient Hindu temple stands
my pilgrim's gift I laid upon the grass
and touched the sacred fountains with my hands.
My image of myself with boots and pack
now sits there waiting in the mottled shade
until I find the courage to go back
and break the heavy shackles that I've made.
So come with me and help to make me whole
let's go and find that splinter of my soul.
Marianne Whiting