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

Psychopoetica Vol 42




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