Holarua* is seen clearly from above
using a bird’s eye view.
I saw an ancient memory that was buried voiceless
under an old broken coffee tree.
In this solitary place, I try to recall my childhood story
that has been swallowed by space and time.
Physically I couldn’t, yet spiritually I could
while the world remained calm in a long cold night.
Soul of mine has reached the unknown world
and linked myself towards the source of remembrance.
What I merely remember is a traditional sacred house
with no doors only windows.
*Holarua is a small town in Manufahi District. This village is the main entrance / gate to the district.