clouds had gathered on the great Himalaya like an umbrella as this monster on wheels crawls down the black magic passages of time. my senses wondering with a surprise on this natures everyday ritual the dance of clouds upon the mountains the motion blur between the pines sacred waters making its way carving each rock n pebble with such calmness. those silent bells and the happy monkeys the fireplaces and freedom chants by the refugee mystical gypsies and their camps and then the sun is off to light another part of this planet. wandering senses of mine feel a little lost as everything is just beautiful even in dark. time seems still n motion seems slow and I can count my heartbeats I could count the pines until that yellow moon found its way dancing like a bee glowing like a glow worm. I am still on these wheels gravity less like fire swinging by the notes of winds mountain winds and my body lavitating. moon is exposing its voluptuous forms toying with clouds. its all meditative and the moment reaches at its peak. reflection of moon and the still dark stream seemed like a diamond piercing on a black belly merged to make me go mad. this moon plays with me again till I fall asleep in its lap that beautiful black belly as my pillow and the clouds my blanket.