A poem by Prabuddha
I promise you
Your heart knows.
It can see through years of longing
And knows what is real.
Whatever is hidden
Calls out to you –
Continue your search.
To that which you lost
For what was taken from you
And locked away
Is now the centre of your maze
Shining like a moon on a foggy night
Or a red sun behind the hills
Waiting patiently as all guides do.
With firm roots you will never be shaken again
A known mystery waits to hold you
And grow like a tree within you
Answering the call of your aching heart.
Poem and photo Prabuddha (Ben Hewitt)