Above this very special place

I feel the call of the Incan king

And his Quechuan people

What magic did this place hold?

A sun worshipping sanctuary

A monastery for the celestial empire

Where sun and stars and earth join

Inti Huatana

Where for a moment on just one day

They tied the sun down to the Earth

Where pilgrims came to bring knowledge

After purifying their souls

To share with astronomers and the Inca King

Where is it written?

In code on woven fabric?

The hidden chamber may reveal

The secrets of

This El Dorado

Of enlightenment

Hidden from our souls

Abandoned suddenly

To avoid Spanish discovery

To save the knowledge

To keep it pure and safe

To give it back to Mother Earth

And hide it for ever

Under the dense jungle

Through the mist I sense the mountains

I feel joy in my heart and a skip in my step

Silliness envelops me and I want to sing

And chant

And yet I crave silence

For all the people to disappear

And leave me alone with the Incas

And now, I am here alone

With the Quechuans

The mist swirls around the city

Like smoke rising

And I glimpse it’s complexity

Its’ Intricacy

Its’ Majesty

No picture will capture how it feels

The sensation of tingling up my spine

The smile on my face

The vibrations beneath my feet

The beauty lost inside the lens

I don’t need a picture within this place

It’s not about me

And I would destroy its haunting beauty

I feel wonder and awe

Of a group of people

Who loved and worshipped Mother Earth

Patcha mama kept them safe

And together they provide our modern selves

With a fairy tale that cannot be understood

Just reveered

Sol payki

To the Incan God

Who knew it all