Understanding

This is the rest of the poem I wrote Saturday, entitled: another taste of Nisargadatta's beedies.. reworking it today with the 2005 poem. It's a winter wonderland out there.. And huge snowflakes were falling though at the moment, abated. another taste of Nisargadatta's beedies Five years ago, just before ascending I tasted Nisargadatta's beedies a sickening feeling, a souring taste in my guts, never heard of the man before at least so as that I remember him, and now the first few days of 2010 he comes up again... I wonder what will happen to Anna now? I am just a mountain climber, a desert nomad. Will I wander through the calendar until 2012, cold memories painted ice-blue on my skin, still alive? Is there an afterward in the blip of time that is mine. Understanding is a perfect snowflake melting. ~A