I had started to lose my grounding
Mired in work routines in an uncompromising city
Mostly tired
Often confused
Never sure
Life of an ant, relentless drudge
For what?
As I observed the gomba perched on the mountaintop
Searching for deeper connections
Flirtatious fresh air brushed me aside
I felt the cool
I witnessed the vista
Winter turned spring and the rivers in me flowed once again
There was music again, and shebru dances
Sherpinis adorned in colorful bhakkus giggling their youth
And, there was me
I had finally reconnected!!
Norbu
Migyul Magazine, Vol. 4, Winter 2004
