Rolling and roiling,
I travel through mountains,
and valleys,
asking "Am I good enough?"

All the mundane,
the routine crushes soul,
and heart,
wondering "Is this life enough?"

All the chills,
of the outside and inside,
from the Lord,
questioning "Is this all enough?"

Looking back from Kailasha,
the carved up plains of fertility and happiness,
the Lord smiling,
blessing " In the end it's all enough";