#154 Lake Baikal...

A hundred miles later

I had finally come close

to the lake Baikal

where people had built

their mud houses

and washed their sins away..

Far from urban civilization

there was a group of people

nurturing their souls

in the midst of nature

where the Sun and the lake water

are their closest neighbours..

I had to walk past the village

along the body of water

and I could see the calmness

with which a homely chaos

existed between days and nights

while the gentry slept and ate as the

earth, Sun and the moon circles for light..

Almost too inviting

holding my boot covered feet

from moving further

I heard a faint childish voice

almost in a stance of offering a hug

saw a little boy, in each hand with a cup

'we have food', he shouted ecstatic

and my mind signaled my legs

towards the boy and his little village

I knew it was time for some rest...