Spotless

not a rustle

in the trees

not a shiver

in the winds

all movement

waits

darkness waits

the figure bends

to peer

into the eye

dear one..you

remind me..

of my

guru

it continues

with no place

to store

or process

any occurrence..

however precious..

i try

to comprehend..

the words..

the figure whispers

guru..

just like you..

used to come

and embrace

just like that

without a word

taking everything

as his own

and then..

then what happened

..?

voice asks

concerned

settling down

on the ground..

for the rest

of the story

and then..

the clear eyes

hesitate..

a misty blur

clouds

the face..

and then..

it whispers

i got

a gift

that

separated me

forever

from my master