(coldcave)

Today I want
to think of Vata,
to remember her
as spring comes
and I crawl out
of this cold Kapha
cave.

I have never felt
seasons more
strongly.
Though I always
leap to llfe
in spring.

Every year in
spring, I completely
forget that
I have ever
known the
bittersweet of autumn
or the lonelinesss of winter.

Memory serves,
having none
saves me.
I begin again
each time
for the first
time.

3/8/99