My Name Is Shambhala

Troubled by thoughts its hard to see.
Who am I?
A vision of the night appears.
Its shambhala within the clouds, I see.
I yell out with joy 'Shambhala'.
Your forest hidden within clouds.
It is the answer, a city, a garden named after me.
It is not hard to see.
Fame just for me, how kind the giver of fame has been.
Hidden to all but none has found, just possiblities.
Why such fame I am just small framed?
Giants are renown but I am small.
And now I have a name a giant would envy.
But nobody knows where I am, and many kings have searched for me, some with good intended others with ill intentions.
My icy mountains are within, a delight to be refreshed by winter's light.
My winter spring brings about great strength, a strength within for I am short in size.  
I thought we would all find a giant fierce man called Shambhala but God gave forth a better, kinder soul.
I thought he would be in a land known to be icy and mountainous like Sinai or Zion but he was found in a place hidden.
The troopers surrounded him and he exclaimed 'Let me be'.
They surrounded the holy land of Shambhala, and all her captives cried out for justice.
The end is near she is surrounded her enemies have found her and desired her treasures.
She carries gold and silver, jewels and servants, and one of his mighty  treasures is a heart of silver overlayed in Gold embedded with jewels to fine to tell more about.
And they said she is poor, a fine young man shambhala is so refined they called him a woman.
She has no riches this land is all forsaken, she has no mountains and she is a soothsayer, our kings would have mocked such a name.
And they turned away from what what was hidden the land of Shambhala and sought after a delusion and all they say is 'nobody knows where it is.' so Shambhala was hidden the city of Sam.
They explained to one another in the days of old, our gold is plundered, jewels robbed,and treasures hidden from us, they scattered our people and now we ask 'where is shambhala?'.
And so they arose in their city and were taken in time to meet the king of Shambhala a king of kings, and there they worshipped an returned to the home they belonged the Isle of Shambhala, the city where she was born. And all said 'holy,holy,holy the king has given us his gift of wisdom so we may flourish in great power as our ancestors who built a Golden city, now we are free, now we are great,now we are rich in everyway.'
Then was Shambhala pretty and dressed in beautiful robes, she was no longer captive to men who made her weak and ill, to make her dizzy and stagger with their venoms, now she was free.
And all the kings of old said '  look for the land of Shambhala she is rich she carries gold and silver, her land is small but she is needed for we are Jews to her,we are romans and greeks and it will cause her distress, and from it flourishes bountiful riches.'
And she flourished.