White candles lit
White burning candles whose smoke rises, rises towards the sky and reaches the high summits. Gifts of the gods and the bowels of the earth that keep the roots of history. History never told, or thought, of hearts broken by deceptions and falsehoods.
Continuous denials, vain, in the course of the path down the inner being and spirit. Sorrows and joys that overflow the edge of life. Banks of the calm stream that transports drops of water and life.
Crystals with beautiful shapes, like perfect diamonds, make up the dew of morning and dawn. Crystals that reflect parallel worlds, different universes. Drops of rain that fall in that serene, peaceful and tranquil backwater.
Tranquility in the soul, deep relaxation in your birth to eternal light. White and pure lights illuminate the nights of your comings and goings.
Sound and songs of dolphins in the sea burst your absolute loneliness. Vivid dreams recall happy moments when you close your eyelids. Lights that smell of purity and serenity. Wildflowers, which emanate freshness, with Nepal flavor.