The Lake Of Dreams
We were told that no leaf ever rests upon the lake:
for should one fall upon its surface, birds swoop down to remove it.
wishes made beside this lake are always fulfilled.
Khecheopalri Lake is considered sacred to both Hindus and Buddhists.
It can only be reached by walking a quiet woodland path,
marked by small piles of stones and colourful prayer flags.
The path ends at a wooden jetty.
The lake itself is surprisingly small,
But its silence is powerful;
Its untrammelled interconnection to life and nature, almost palpable.
Having cast silent hopes upon the waters,
we walked – and wondered – back towards our car.
The lake remains unchanged:
still; patient; mute.
Eternally waiting on her next petitioner,
and another dream..
Pictures taken at Lake Khecheopalri in Sikkim.
I can almost feel the spirit from here. What wondrous fungi and precious child. I hope all of your wishes come true.
October 4, 2011 at 11:37 pm
Yes, as soon as you visit the lake it’s very apparent why the site is considered sacred. It is imbued with such a powerful sense of peace. The lake is one of those special places. It feels enchanted.
As to our wishes, it seems they might remain secret forever. We did not share our aspirations with each other and, rather curiously, I cannot now recall my own.
What seemed so important as I stood beside the lake, has mysteriously been left there. Perhaps that is part of her power…
October 5, 2011 at 7:08 am
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