Wandering Gypsy

Your need to be free pulls at your soul.  To feel the wind in your hair  lifts your spirit high above.  Walking barefoot across the earth,  feeling more than the soil beneath your feet.  Sensing all that has gone before.    You are the current in a river,  each swirling wave a sense of your own being.  A scent in the breeze.  The warmth of life drenched by the Sun.    I sit in a world of four walls.  Staring through a pane of glass.  At a sky alive with stars.  I wonder which one you're beneath tonight.  A Gypsy lost in time  or a Rebel searching for life.....

Few interacting pictures in road to Tibet via Kinnaur!