Shrine On The Hilltop Comments

There is a shrine on the hilltop that I visit in the mornings and evenings; the steps to which are steep and slippery. My legs get tired, knees stiff and swollen; but when I climb the steps to the shrine, my spirit sings with the birds living on both sides of the narrow path between the dense woods.

When I feel breathless, I feel the fragrance of the wild flowers spreading into my nostrils; when I sweat because of the long walk, the mist surrounding penetrates into the follicles; when tired I see the breeze lending her fingers to take me to her abode whispering ‘Follow my path'!
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