Shambhala
by Dorothy WaltersOriginal Language English
This is a place that has no place,
a city of light that has no sun.
Travelers seek it in drifts of desert,
tall mountains hung with snow,
who goes there cannot tell the way.
| -- from Marrow of Flame : Poems of the Spiritual Journey, by Dorothy Walters |
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