The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts




The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts
How often do we return to a place of enchantment
How do we “recognize the infinite value of every moment”
Rilke says, we desperately try to hold these moments in our hands
Today in my walk I found 12 cents of coins on the ground
Place them among the fowers
A moment of happiness
Not because of the new found wealth
It completes the wholeness of the universe
A new day
58, cloudy, low tide
a woman and her daughter run
a dog runs with a red ball in his mouth
he drops intermittently to keep up with his master
A grandma pushes a stroller
two other children walking and talking
vultures hoover, ducks hurry on the river
My morning walk to the river
find excitement in the moment
experience the goodness of the earth
thinning darkness
voices rising, footsteps of children
soul of a new day
start a work,
a particular work
to find a worthy self
before a final stage
there is a longing
when work is done
life is still incomplete
seeking until the end
doing and giving
the highest region of life
Is it a messy tangle
or a real knot?
She disappears in the crowd.
note: Books I finished reading: The Present Alone Is Our Happiness by Pierre Hadot.
The book I am currently reading: Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Merrily I adjust the binoculars
birds perch on the sycamore tree
sharing exhilaration.
Books I am reading:
Keats A Brief Life in Nine Poems and One Epitah by Lucasta Miller
and The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki
Hummingbirds suddenly
seem to be everywhere
Chasing each other
or hovering over the lavender
The morning fog rises gently
You are standing in the midst, smiling.
I look at you and start talking
to myself.
You ask why ?
My way of clearing my mind
sometimes it gets crowded with thoughts.
Don’t you get frightened
when it gets empty?
Maybe that happens
when someone you love leaves,
walks away.
The hummingbirds leave one by one
and my friend
I am alone again.
The fog returns
I feel cold
I linger awhile
before I return home.
note: Books I’m reading: War and Peace. I was persuated by an article about Yiyun Li reading War and Peace once a year. And reading it along with others-Tolstoy Together.
Also reading Inseparable by Simone de Beauvoir.
The origin, the seed
how one begins
is not always known.
Leaves filter the light
sometimes luminous lines appear
murmurs arise, slowly fade
you are playing with a cat
noises outside distract your attention
young adults riding bicycles passing
outside the window are talking loudly
You search your memory
when you were at that age
developing the habit of repetition
riding around town and along the river
your imagination arranging images
the commotion when fishermen arrived at the dock
the boats, smell of the sea, fish, big and small.
You bike back home
like completing a loop in memory
you will listen to the language of the birds
unsurprisingly calming at the end of the day.
The cat looks quizzical at the orchid on the table
I can offer understanding
The orchid, beautiful and frail
What does the cat think?
Simple or capricious question
One can devote a lifetime to answer
Observe what’s happening in one’s environment
Symmetry and differences can bring,
Even to an ordinary mind, an insight
Or become attached to one interpretation
Unnecessarily and slow the progress
Even a disagreement can be a cooperation
One glance can open an ocean.
Moments move our emotions, our life
How can I move like time
I am a humble hummingbird
Hovering over flowers until I am out breath
There is wisdom in the stones I will not know
Or a camaraderie with bees I will not experience
Where can I go my friend to touch the warmth of time
Perhaps I can find a child who will want a lullaby
My wings can sing her a song.
I have to learn about cricket
A refrain I have to learn one day
The English game popular in many countries
Unlike planting and harvesting aubergine
And what one can accomplish with dyes is phenomenal
The colors are so vivid
Very easy to understand and compose
That’s how the process of learning got started
I have now a beginner’s knowledge
An individuality and growth
I am more sensible, like learning
How to use the proper condiments in cooking
Knowledge comes in circles and one can chain them
Not exactly a necklace but can be a bracelet
Very appropriate to wear.
To amuse myself sometimes I create new words and definitions
That’s not allowed in cricket.
Somewhere an owl is sleeping
In a tree in a nearby mountain.
I can’t explain everything
Though may not thrill everyone
But nestled between them is the word, wonderful.