The gateway is shorter than you
And it looks like it leads to a chimney.
Concrete and stones are smashed
together, molding a cube. He sat underneath this
tree for five years, nestled in leaves and
wet dirt. God sent a bolt of
holy lightening to strike the top of
its pinnacle, which told Baba
it was time to come out. Not
electricity, but full power Brahman
spirit. Now a spider
makes his home at the portal, but
my friend has displaced him.
Shiva rolls himself up in celebration
of us poking our heads into such
A little sunlight
manages its way, casting small streaks
in the center of treehouse Insides ::: in this
a seedling grows.
Shivapuri, Kathmandu Valley, Nepal