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
entitled to your light
held breath over years
quick, deft movements, limb and lit eyes
key being shaped, heavy and heavier, yet
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