And “the Wind”
seizing a tango moment
initiates his first steps
with a White Cloud again..
Nobody sees the Wind, but her.
And she needs a wind, to dance too, no?
And not just some ordinary wind
But the strongest of all winds
Wind that can blow her away
from all her questions
of the past and the present...
Nobody sees the Wind, but her.
And "the Wind"; he needs her too...
to exist , to be felt...
to become
from nothing to everything
(in those very moments...)
And like an experienced Milonguero
he leads her way to the sky floor
holding her strong
yet giving her freedom
as wide as timeless boundless sky...
She feels the sensations
of being freer
in all her surrounded whiteness
And dances,
as if, she is the sky...
And the Wind, he knows very well
Every dance has to stop
(even though we crave for it
to go on forever…..)
And that he has to live the questions
Questions that can never be asked
Questions that have no past or present
Questions that have all the rights
to live and die their own deaths.
Yet he keeps on dancing
to exist , to be felt,
to become from nothing to everything!
(even though for few moments)
In her surrounded whiteness
Looking at them from afar
A Buddhist monk in his sixties
from the courtyards of
Tengboche monastery
Smiles and enjoys
the never ending
play of the gods...
From Tengboche monastery , Everest trek (April 2021)
