A Wish

 

Be a guardian angel

A caravan may need you

Walking for days looking for answers

For a practical place for winter living.

Would you rather study

different calamities in the world?

 

To memorize details may not be necessary or a time lost.

If you walk a lot

You may arrive at odd places

Kindness is rare, start the day with gratitude.

The simplest way to change the world,

Restore glaciers and abundant forest

And slows down the wind.

 

The caravan will find the oasis

The nomads can walk forever.

My Thursday

 

During the last few days I have been walking to the river early in the morning.The day is cool and I need only a light jacket. Today is one of those days.

The path to the river has newly planted bushes like the English laurel. They replaced wild palm trees that become diseased easily.

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The regular fishermen have not arrived. There are two gentlemen on the riverbank who are enjoying a conversation and drinking coffee.

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The front lawns of the houses along the street are well groomed and have a lot of flowers. I don’t know their names.

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I stop often to look at the flowers and take photos. If the fishermen are around I usually talk to them. Very casual conversations. Nothing deep or esoteric.

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My walk takes me about 60 minutes because I stop a lot. Sometimes I carry a book and sit on an empty bench to read. I write notes in my mobile phone.

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I’m reading currently 3 books: Aristotle’s Way by Edith Hall, Love and St. Augustine by Hannah Arendt and Dancing on the Spider Web, a new novel by Sasha Paulsen, the feature editor of our local newspaper, the Napa Register.

Time passing

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You have not returned from your walk

You should have been getting ready

To go to ride the ferry 

Eating breakfast, dressing up

But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat

The telephone is garbled confusion

Converging into cries and disbelief

Of what has happened.

 

Tears take time to dry

Smile takes time to sustain

Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not 

Take the place of loss, we

Brave each morning, learning

New steps, each night may bring 

New dreams, to remember and celebrate 

Your life that will not return 

Understanding and surrender take time

Love bears and endures all things 

The only truth I have to know.

The Last Word

A word of praise

For a blandest day

Can catapult self confidence

 

Can you have souvenirs

Without going anywhere?

Dimples show when she smiles.

 

The rain comes in January

Do not put you fingers 

In the opening of sea anemones.

 

Lots to remember

She layers them.

One can bleed to death.

 

On the death bed

The most common is regret

All the postponements.

 

In lost conversations

She finds the missing pieces

How the bridges are formed.

 

One can read the sadness

The hardship of reconciling the past

The last word can be God.

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note: The day is sunny, cool, and pleasant with blue skies. I started the day joining the other volunteers to pick up trash on the bike trail and along the railroad tracks of the Wine Train to celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. About 2 hours later after I got home I walked to the river.

 

A Cup of Tea

Studies show health benefits of tea

Blessings to the heart and mind

The little cakes and finger sandwiches

Adorned the tastes and elegant hour.

The particularities heal the blemishes

Of the day. The conversations float

 

While minutes pass hurdles and eddying currents

There two varieties of tea. They grow well

On high elevations and warm climate 

Holding a cup of tea is an acquiescence

To its fragrant flowers and seed bearing fruits

 Harvested with care not to damage the leaves

 

Sometimes we venture beyond our boundaries,

Beyond the branches and buried roots

Like breaking away from intimacy and uttering

The first word. Shadows climb up stairways

And do not return. But ideas return, loiter around

To solve the first equation ushering more ideas.

 

Optimism can lead a way of learning

A sip here, a sip there and ready to fill 

The cup again, hot, vibrant and healthy taste,

Green, black, yellow, rich in flavonoids

And polyphenols, sovereign with its own species

And millions of followers: honest, loyal, calm.

The day as it happens

My day starts late with a walk to the river

Counting the black birds on the tree

They come down to feed on feeders

Thrown by a woman on the sidewalk.

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Our activity continues to the downtown

Where children and adults parade their lanterns,

Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes. 

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Their route passes along where lgihted arts

Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.

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We end the evening under the huge moon

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As if it falls down from the sky

Which is what one child asks her mother about.

A Leaf of Excitement

The rain started last night and continued today

I didn’t walk to the river this morning 

Instead I went to the Wellness Center for a workout.

This afternoon I was in the Study Center 

In the library helping students with their homework.

Afterwards I attended my Rotary Club meeting.

This evening I started reading Conversation With Friends,

A novel by Sally Rooney.

The little things that make life interesting.

We can measure the day by how long it rained

HOr by how happy is the student after 

She understood what she was studying for days.

A green leaf started sprouting from a seed 

Aboard the lunar lander at the  surface of the moon.

That’s a living plant  listening to Moonlight Sonata.

The Seeds

 

The seeds get strayed from the garden 

Travel in miles of air

The petals fall like kisses

Or is it kisses like petals falling

Landing on your hair, shoulders and dreams

And I waking remember the fragrance

Of the place where you once walk.

 

I remember you telling me

Not to get anchored in dreams

“Shape your future in reality,” you said.

The egret standing on the riverbank

Remains like a statue

When a boat passes by

The egret looks at me

as if asking a question

Will a rose remains a rose

If no one looking?

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The friendly egret

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The sidewalk where I walk

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