A pause, a step, more

Ha, we danced about these notions
when you were called unformed
bouncing, twining, falling

spinning a live yarn

In shadow or bulbed I watched you
never hesitating
entitled to your light

held breath over years
quick, deft movements, limb and lit eyes

key being shaped, heavy and heavier, yet
without weight

          a filigree



From the valley it seems another realm, but
the path is there, it can be followed, or made anew

why is the air so thin?
is the air thin? have your clutched lungs been bound?

From the top of the Hillary Step you could see it
is it gone?
are the clouds so close?

Now that Lama Geshe is folded in prayer flags
you must look to yourself
find your own blessing

please look up

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