Stream of Welcome

She comes upon a stream, running ankle deep,
With cool water and a scatter of shiny rocks,
Across the stream is a quiet village,
Full of lucent spirits.

She crosses the stream into the village of small houses,
Crowned in roof gardens,
Each full of flowers in rainbow colors and soft voices,
No one seems to know she is there.

She walks softly through this quiet, spiritual village,
As her bare feet slowly press the moist green tundra,
Now feeling watched, she stops to look,
Into a surprised face with dark eyes.

As their eyes lock,
He cocks his head, and his face breaks out in a smile,
He says, “I am so glad you have finally arrived,
Please sit and share the peace.”