What You Think Is Going On?

I hold your snout 

and look into your eyes.

How long have you seen the sky?

I keep talking 

about the days of meditating 

in the lofty mountain valleys, 

longing to touch yours 

with my tongue.

What do you think is going on?

If you ask me what time it is! 

I will kiss your neck gently and say:

just think of me at this moment, 

and forget time.

No matter the time, 

no matter where the night is 

or where the day is, 

the eternal morning will flow 

between you alone.

What do you think is going on?