leaving the garden
the bee resumes its flight
heavy with sweetness
It gives me comfort that young people in studying abroad discovers a new horizon to explore and learn from about life and themselves. “And every day, I see opportunities by the hundreds right in front of me.” link: http://blog.rotary.org/2014/05/16/elizabeth/
He sleeps in construction scaffoldings
(irony of artist’s work)
to experience authentic outdoors
edge of the sea
ribbons of colors
“Do you want to know
something funny? Yes.
I don’t remember your name.
seem ordinary and irrelevant
unravelling images of inclusion.
Life is happening
in the gutter, in a palace,
and in not obvious places
to understand the other
learn the way of seeing
“moving beyond the mind.”
note: I’m currently reading The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner, The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, and Enduring Grace by Carol Lee Flinders.
Villages built from pebbles
waves gathered on the shore
you picked up from your daily walk
limestones, flint, quartz
broken pieces from stellar space
passing through extreme temperatures
holding the beginning of time
you peopled them with stories
of elementary particles,
the quarks, muons, bosons
dust, ice, and rocks, hydrogen and helium
objects living in orbits, parabolic and elliptical
formed with “rudeness and grace”
almost infinite stretch of time.
You wanted the villages to be beautiful
harmony and mystery,
vast and simple,
a touch of God.
beauty and creativity
walking the high wire
note: based from the interview of Philippe Petit in NPR
the bedside lamp shines brightly
I close the book I’m reading
“cobwebs flutter on the ceiling”
The ant inches toward the bread crumbs
strewn under the table
sound of the broom not faraway
I feel the urgency
and the courage.
challenge of “littlest things”
dignity of struggle
note: I started reading Enduring Grace, Living Portraits of Seven Women Mystics by Carol Lee Flinders
“What you hold, may you always hold.
What you do, may you always do and never abandon.
But with swift pace, light step, and unswerving feet,
so that even your steps stir up no dust,
go forward securely, joyfully and swiftly,
on the path of prudent happiness…”
-St. Clare of Assisi
forgetting a face, a place
makes you confused
forgetting a lot more
makes you sad
you lose a mountain?
photo: Napa River at low tide, Napa CA.