Half way to Kiliminjaro

(2011 Dec. Kilimianjaro)

This mountain of my mind,

this loneliness,soaked in green moss.

This  desire, as white as snow.

These little by little

disappearing footsteps of life

This me,

disappearing in the clouds of habitual living

Like disappearing of snow

on this great mountain.

Will it be able to forget the snow,

once it is gone?

Can snow, as white as desire be forgoten

Can loneliness,

as green as these mossy trees be forgiven?

“These woody thoughts, that forgive every one,

but forget nothing…”