is the moment for which all your life has been a preparation
Shed fear. Sprout wings. Float out from arbitrary time.
Transmute the ordinary; prospect the sublime.
Twirl till you collapse, exhausted;
Taste ambrosia; scale the frosted
Himalayan peaks, where fingers tingle,
Senses sparkle, shutters from their hinges fly.
Invite the icy wind to ravage every single
Nerve and singe the savage soul that yearns to cry
– JJM August ’10