I Found You

I met you somewhere my friend;
where the hills hide in mist
where winding roads end in a hermitage
or amidst the chaos of a thriving civilization
where fluttering prayer flags dot the sylvan hillside
where dappled sunlight reaches for the mossy forest floors
where monks meditate in magnificent seclusion.

when the rains swept away a hundred years of drought
when lightning ripped the sky
I know I called your name - and found myself lost in abstraction.

when a thousand stars died
when melodies were born
I know I held your hand - and the scent of burning chandan filled my mind.

I know I found you.