oh - not again -
why does she keep writing about him
- the mountain mist man -
in her journals ?

maybe because,
other things are more painful,
more haunting - maybe -
who knows?
maybe she can find the puzzle in what she writes?
perhaps in a line or two -

and in the meantime -
what is he doing ?
does she really want to know ?
she can only imagine
a kind of a Shangri la-
where time has gone backwards,
into days of long skirts and batik wall hangings,
of long hair and long days and nights of being here now-

he wanders around the ashram ,
he goes to Satsang every morning -
Swami has passed away- who is the new Swami ?
does he see himself as the one ?

he lives a pretty easy kind of lifestyle, she thinks -
no money worries - not too much stress she guesses,
he chants and meditates
the same way he did decades and decades ago-

what kind of dimension could he be living in ?
what reality is he living in ?
why does she wonder ?
she wonders -

she thinks she is using him
as a tool to start writing,
to be able to see some clarity
about the past,
about now -

and so,
mountain mist man ,
carry on -

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