chomolungma and ama dablam, credit p. n. sherpa
exuberant is existence, time a husk.
when the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.
why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?
the mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.
be kind to yourself, dear—to our innocent follies.
forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
you will come to see that all evolves us.