Here in the Himalayas

Am I a phantom?

           Have you seen me

here? I can sit rock still,

or I can follow

            anyone. Has

this day yet broken
open and
         shown you?

It will, but we won't always

          listen. Sometimes, we

                  swallow the song

             The trick is to stop telling

             stories and
             quit wishing.

I'll keep walking.

Take off my shoes and keep going.

Follow you, six foot seven, with

           those eyes that show

           the knowing. Very,

very high. Everywhere I pressed,

you were.

           I'd be at my temple and open

all the private places. It was interesting.

I was afraid to do anything

but just sit. Whatever this is,

           it's not nothing.

             I touched the glass,

and the glass disappeared.

Like I had finished. Every now

           and then, he twinkles

           at me.

We are getting very close,

            but the nights are long,

            and these are not

                        my stars.