I am still eager


I have kept late nights
scattering speeches in moonlights
and tall flowers had  answered in silence

I have recited, evoked the spirit of the wise, wild
and water
---and  tall flowers had mirrored your silence

My toes have tossed the mid-night dances
along dark paths
deep contours lit by fire- flies...
I have encountered the spirits of the nights
And I'm still eager

In the day time
When kidnappers tiptoed with big bags of slavery
I have wandered
searched along lengthy paths
I have stumbled, recoiled,
Groped beneath big trunks...
asked  questions
and I have broken the pot of silence
... my first visit

But the mountain still mounts
The mountain builds mounds after a climb


I may be the wandering tiger
I may be the expectant beast
I may be the lion prowling
And each mount reinforces my quest

I am still eager
For I have broken the pot of silence
I am still eager
For the mountain has less sand to mount.