The Pleasant Airs Of Chidakash

There is always a breeze at Chidakash,

Touched by light and the mountain’s presence.

It plays in the palms, then enters and encourages

The orange drapes to move in pleasantness.

And then, when you arrive, you enter my heart and smile,

And I wonder, is it your mouth or your eyes, or the airs around you that smile? 

Whichever, my heart finds a gust of kindness.

When you sit and look at us, in a twinkling of warm eyes,

I am filled with gladness, and to look upon you is sweet air

To my life and my lungs.

And then the mountain grabs me:

Sometimes softly like a breath

And sometimes firmly like a tempest,

Grasping the scruff of my neck,

But you call me back each time

And point out freedom’s sweet nakedness.

Then when I kneel before you, bowed to your feet,

I cherish the softness of their touch,

Caring as deeply as if for the world’s

Most delicate flower.

When you touch my head,

I fall into you, release my held breath

And much of the world, relax into gentleness.

And when I open my eyes you are there,

Smiling in beautiful airs,

Looking at me with love.