Gokyo Lake Breaking Up In The Sun
Is that the sound of 10,000 birds barking like mountains?
Is that the sound of outerspace, the other-never-heard
Perhaps then, it's 13 sacred cannons firing huge flaming
balls of redemption in our Path?
It is just Gokyo Lake Breaking Up in the Sun.
Is that an avalanche like sin punishment & emptiness
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
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,
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
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?
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?
What is that catastrophic coughing from a wounded lion
large as Cho-Oyu?
Who is that wheezing far away man?
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
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