Day 25, January 25

A note, under a rock in the snow, on the large monument.  I opened it up and photographed it on the smaller grave stone.  I replaced it in its original position.

You may have been
swallowed by time but
Your life lives on
in many.  I hope you’ve
found Peace, some
semblence of solitude
atop a mountain that
you’d never consider
having to come down
from.  You Suffered and
lived beautifully and all
of the angels and humanity
are better off for it.
You’ve earned Your rest
Bhodisatveah of the
Dharma Buns, now rest.
Your words are imortal,
like You.

See you soon,