Yeti Dreams

Whiteness lies in wait
to be touched
and explored.

Rise,
like mountains from holes
and release of soul
into blue clear sky.

No talk.
no hesitation.
A bird on her virgin flight
into ice
and cold
and numbness of all and every pain.

The weather forecast
of no matter,
the harmful stranger
no threat.
Fear gone
like breath in air.
The knots loosen up
and let go.

Even the Yeti dreams
of its existence
as of a special kind.
Boundary-less,
it scratches upon snow,
and rock cliffs erupt
into a thousand echoes.

There is hardly a sun here
hardly a harsh glare;
only the blue cool moon
in the glittering frozen sky,
a sculpture
cut from piece of midnight
when the owl broods
and the eyes close.

Into distant dreams and longings
the breath releases sighs.

The wish to be understood
The hope to be embraced
This oldest love
of your little life.

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04/04/12
Rabongla,Sikkim