They call it Shangri-La
A modern Shambhala
Where we're one age
And compassion is exhalation
The vista expansive
The perch lofty
My first morning here
After over 20 thousand
In places less idyllic
I can see for miles
As the bear migrates
Less to do with time
More to do with space
Unformed sense of when
Answering one question mainly
Where am I, right now?
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