Getting High
(after hearing Yuyutsu Sharma on Nepal)
He takes me to his world
an abode of snow melts
flows down
treeless steppes
cascades past seasons
rivers of morning rise
unveiling valleys of glacial flow
I inhale
mists of monsoon rains
of eternal spring
showering fields of forever
musk deer grazing
magnolia and mint
I exhale red rhododendron
slants of sunlight
clove, cumin and coriander
He takes me to this place
his temple, his shrine
the gist of his existence
with words
floating like dust motes
@Lorraine Conlin/2010
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