ANDY CLAUSEN
Gokyo Lake Breaking Up In The Sun
Is that the sound of 10,000
birds barking like mountains?
No.
Is that the sound of
outerspace, the other-never-heard
by-us-world?
No.
Perhaps then, it's 13 sacred
cannons firing huge flaming
balls of redemption in our
Path?
No! No,
It is just Gokyo Lake
Breaking Up in the Sun.
Is that an avalanche like sin
punishment & emptiness
unknown?
Is that a real avalanche a
Loudness birthing Eternal
Silence through its renting
stone Cervix?
Is this the iron irony of
molten medicineless
miniscule buried alive
Death?
No, Gokyo Lake is Breaking Up
in the Sun.
Are these the whirring teeth
of mechanical contraband
come to take the high
trees?
The motorbikes of Bangkok
angry at the rushing
minutes lost?
New York honking its
collective gridlock worldwide?
Is it a freeway collapsing in
my Home Town?
Is it the 5th
horseman?
No, listen, It is Gokyo Lake
Breaking Up in the Sun,
listen!
Has the Ganges decided to
flow into Tashkent & form
a moat around Moscow before emptying into
the
freezing waters twixt Finland &
Leningrad
causing untold relentless
havoc?
Has a monster finally found
its Form?
Is Los Angeles about to
implode thru the yak dung
stoves?
Is it an Earth
Quake?
A fierce revengeful Dakini I
did wrong?
Is it all my previous
had-to-be-horrible incarnations
come up to vomit me into a
hell
only I could
conceive?
No, It is only Gokyo Lake
Breaking Up in the Sun.
What is this
jade?
This ultra
reflection vibrating
liquid
doing for free all a gem's intended to do?
My musings are vanquished by
the Loudness
Has the mountain we walk on
fallen in?
Have Sagarmatha's glaciers calved?
Has the sky storming herds of
yak
driven by reincarnations of
murdered monks?
Has the colossal energy of
might-have-beens
self immolated like war
heads
along the crumbling
ridge?
Has peace been broken like
eggs in the nest?
Is that growl a genocidal
demonic tractor or bulldozer?
No, In the Sun Gokyo Lake
Breaks is All
Why are you not
convinced?
Why won't you take the Answer?
What? Aren't those tribal drums?
multiplying?
Isn't there a bloody revolution
in the bottom of my shoes?
Aren't gongs struck in my
sentient temples?
Has the moon left
for keeps?
Answer
me!
What is that catastrophic
coughing from a wounded lion
large as Cho-Oyu?
Who is that wheezing far away
man?
Hey
You!
Those drums are the beatings
of your heart
older than its many
moons
Those gongs are the
clangorous reverbs
of your locomotive
lungs
Your money changer purged
temples are filled
with the blood of the
masses
of uncelebrated
martyrs
That is you coughing &
you are no lion
shimi shimi
That wheezing far away man is
just the sound
of Gokyo Lake Breaking Up in the
Sun.
A woman strong &
beautiful drags you to the top
for your audience
with the Mother of the
Universe.
Gokyo, Gokyo-Ri, 18,000
ft.
with big view of
Sagarmatha (Everest)
Nepal, December
1989