The Swan---The Himalayan Hans

The Swan--the Himalayan Hans


He haunts me still
A swan on the waters when I try to float
A swan on the wings when I am desperate to  fly.
The morning ray behind the hills brings back the echo
of the sound I never heard before.
My eyes close
and I begin to see
the face that never was
before my waking eye.
The swan who belongs
far back once to the Himalayan lake
would never let me make
 peace
with the world of the coastal plains.
The swan had both, the wings and feet.
I have no wings, only tired feet.
The swan left a message with a smile;
"Walk with your feet ; you need no wings
This world is given to you
as a powerful gift.
Dare to open it.
Open unto yourself like a landscape, and explore.
The Himalayan lake is Here and Now." .

The Swan, the Indian 'Hans' left the message and flew away.