We have footsteps so legendary, 

Anthropologists will be brushing away at years of limestone, hardened by time.

On a bridge that forest dwellers built,

out of rocks that giants threw.  

And they will do so, with an impulse so deep, 

A will to get to this place,  

Where deep down,  

We know,  

All legends are true.  

How they work so incessantly, 

To uncover the tracks, 

That brought India to Sri Lanka,

 Masculine to Feminine.

Your heart to mine. 

They chisel away,

Like their whole life depends on it.  

Because it does. 

Happy meditating, -S