Vivanta is what it was called,
A journey that left me enthralled,
In the mountains and lakes it started alone,
It had the walk, the pain, the sun, the moon.
Vivanta wasn't a normal getaway,
It was a search, in more than one way,
A search of separating wants from need,
A search of what one deserves from greed.
Vivanta was listening to silence within,
That took us thousands of miles in,
It was a lovely tangent from all that was on,
In life, at work and somethings beyond.
Vivanta is something that does not repeat,
It stays with you as long as that heartbeat,
The moments to be cherished have been etched in mind,
It gives you something, that helps suffer the grind.
Vivanta is not about speed, its about slowing down,
Not in physical, but in those thoughts,
Its just a blood rush out of nothing at all,
That changes many things if not all.
Vivanta is what I could die for, all over again...
