Kanchenjangha in the moonlight
26th. Oct 2005
It was a cool night in October,
Shrouded by droopy conifers
I saw my God.
He was a mass of rocks, frozen over,
Permafrost permeating to his veins
Sublime,. Surrel. Simple.
Kanchenjangha.
He towered above the snowscape
Secure in his majesty
His Divinty effusive
A study in aesthetics.
The full moon celebrated its celestial reign
Short-lived, yet supreme
Bathed the mystic mountains in its glory
The dhoopy trees, the grassed ground,
The dark green and snowy landcape
And, wonder wonder, me!
I rejoiced in the moment stretched
When the same moonlight
Would light up insignificant me
As she would my God, Kanchenjangha.
There was darkness solidified under the tall trees,
You could hold it in your hand
The silence was alive.
Each breath of mine an expiosion of living sound
Except when the silence would be tinkered
By the sound of involuntary weeping.
Mine
Friday, 5 October 2007
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