A Trip That Drifts into the Past
The ancestral home of the Wangchuck Dynasty.
From the gentle lowlands to the rugged highlands,
Following the Kurichhu river, that flows in the sweeping curve,
The road stretches ahead, so we drove along it.
Then, up and up, we ascend along the winding road -
Rising through the whispering pinewoods.
At the top, we entered into the grove of deciduous trees.
Then it goes deep into the dense foliage overhead,
Where the sunlight struggle to pierce through,
Allowing cold air to slip through to the skin.
Then we reached at Lakor, that gives a way to the sky,
Where prayer flags danced, flinging their colours in air,
On the hilltop afar, Rinchen Bumpa rose,
which absorbed our eyes spellbound.
At the far end, we emerged from the thick woods,
And the warmth rays of the Sun welcome us
To the magnificent palace of Jigme Namgyel.
Where relics, artifacts and manuscripts awaited our gaze.
Next, we continued journey to the serene Khawchung Goenpa,
Uphill we climbed, along the ridge that resembled
the nose of a sleeping elephant,
Perched atop the hill, stood the grand seat of Kuenga Wangpo,
And blessed are we by the sacred relics of Terton Pema Lingpa.
Then, downhill, we descended to the tableland, Khawtangla,
And beheld by the view of Tshegay Remo where Pema Lingpa
revealed a treasure of Chenrigzee.
Thus, with that, our excursion drew to a graceful end.
