I hope you were not just an illusion India; a figment of my imagination
I hope the image of you, in all your magnificent beauty, does not fade in my memory, into other, worldly landscapes
I hope it’s not through rose-tinted glasses I saw you, sacred land
Heart chakra, dusted in faded pink houses and white Temples
My heart, my home
The centre of my Universe
I hope the magic I saw with you, India, which I know was real, will remain alive in my soul forever
I hope the love I felt for myself, and for the dear friends, teachers, sisters, soul mates and disco monkeys I played with on the Himalayan hills, will remain in my heart, forever
I hope my heart, which you opened, will never close again
I hope the love, the wholeness, and the peace which I felt at my innermost depths, remains inside me, always
I will keep you in my heart India, always, because you set me free. You made me whole. You made me happy.
Because you are my one true soul mate:
The doorway to my true self.
Seeing life in a new way for the first time. With a child’s eyes. Glistening with wonder, and unconditional love
Namaste x