After almost four months in Nepal Kim and I have officially finished an intensive 8 week Yoga program, wrapped up 12 weeks of volunteering at a Steiner School in Kathmandu and finally have a whole week to ourselves in an amazing apartment with just a few obligations left to wrap up. On Friday I say goodbye to the world to begin a much needed 10 day vipassana retreat.. Thank heavens! And on that note here is my latest poem- My will cuts through the night Like a blind mans stick Foliage astir and blackness thick Heartbeats blend with wild wind Placeless drawing, cannot contend The familiar step is light and quick Though blank horizon, frightened sick What this bloom of grey In mourning light? As if the trickster sun Gave his beloved moon a sleight So he could steel away and run With all her claim and heart undone Hazy dreams and love bereft When broken visions all thats left Of kingdoms built beyond the sky That fall and crush me till I die An iron will that will not bend Will indeed break in the end All the grandeur and the glory The haunting woods and blind mans story The step that drives without a driver Of freedoms reign no lone survivor
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 14:43:57 +0000