Goodbye my friend
the sea awaits you
words without end
Goodbye my friend
the sea awaits you
words without end
Opening your school yearbook after so many years
memory are like high places we cling to
revelations can pain your heart
you want to resist but rawness is hard to hide
like a cry of a sparrow
eyes and face can reveal so easily
what is to inhabit bleakness of a future
or emotional existence when tethering from ordinary
but youthful exploits can ripen into awareness
mistakes can be forgiven
contradictions can come to resolutions
you can rise again after a wicked plunge
new leaf, new lines of relationships
can bloom in extraordinary clarity
you are a survivor.
There is no need to be frozen in dark alleys
To bear heaviness of danger
Or be afraid before opening doors
Or when standing alone in street corners
Don’t be oppressed by these ideas
Life is a wide horizon
Away from stairways
Express yourself to the utmost
Explore, with full concentration, the world.
Never mind occasional solitude
A cloudless sky is not empty
When evening comes it will be full of light
The story will enter a full existence
Even when you close your eyes.
An orphan she has
Few stories to tell, few attachments
How could she show passion,
Or care for someone
But she knows where ripe plums are,
Which mushrooms are edible
Where to find spring water, safe and crystal clear
How to be resourceful
Habit and prudence and street smart
She starts learning the constellations,
Learns how to be afraid and be calm
She looks at the flowering vines,
Sleeps like an owl and wakes up
To her full height, realizes
Distances between trees, between her
And trees, her and others
She is a distance of her own.
Things she cherishes, go away
Teaches her gratitude.
Her beautiful eyes say, thank you.
note: The book I’m reading: Ten keys to Reality by Frank Wilczek.
I will have surgery on my right ear next week. The discomfort is tolerable at the present time.
Sometimes I have to take some analgesics.
Traveling for so many days
435 bridges and 234 tunnels
Losing landmarks and diverting to side excursions
A lavish description of arriving somewhere
After getting lost
Like newlyweds entering their first house
Whatever the sizable differences are
They can be traced to algorithms
Like sentences they have to learn because they are new
After awhile they can talk and understand
The end is an accomplishment
Carried by patience and time.
They are foreign to each other
Like a blinding snowstorm before beginning of summer
Afterwards seasons go uninterrupted, seem seamless
Though there are days of grief
Some days of longing, others of mirth
Ambiguity eases into familiar themes
They arrive to a place they understand
Life changes gradually into bliss
Remembering words of Aristotle
We yearn to reach the good at the end.
Hide in a shelter of trees in the woods and listen to avian conversations, sweet songs and chatter
Serenades in chants of love songs, birds flirting, time phrases
Simultaneous displays of affection
When evening comes, lie down on the meadow to ease you muscle aches and back discomfort
Watch the stars appear ten by ten until you can’t count them anymore
Your brain nudges the hammock of neural synapses connecting lifelines of attention and comfort
The fragrance of grass, beauty of flower garlands open your senses to a new chemistry
The body is intelligent in an unknown way and know what to subtract and add in wholesome well being before you yourself knows what’s happening.
Open space embrace with soothing air and mountain views like a sanctuary as if nature is speaking to you. And understand emotionally what the birds are singing. The secret is not what you imagine but what you feel.
You know you will need tremendous courage to follow your own rules.
Some songs and calls are fading
The birds are facing extinction
Encroachment in their habitats or human neglect
The birds chant offers a sense of place and time and peace
We are losing the outdoors richness when our winged friends leave or die.
Don’t abandon the birds, they are helpless pretty creatures and friends
If you don’t answer your questions you have to find one who can. Don’t presume you are the first one to ask.
Though I will miss my lunch
I am not hungry to eat yet
I am exuberantly eager to walk to the river
I don’t want to confess I want to see her again
A woman who walks with a yellow parasol
I do not feel embarrassed I do not speak her language
I feel sad for not learning the language when I was young.
Today is a different day
Everyone wishes “a somewhere to be”
The day when the lockdown begins
The day that nobody wants.
I want focus my attention to the pathway
Lined by sycamore, birch, maple and other trees I can not name
I am still astonished by soft touches of leaves falling on my head
And hearing crackling sound of leaves that I walk on
A day of circumstances
One blue heron and 4 egrets gathered on the riverbank
All looking at the river
Two sea otters playing diverts also my attention
Their heads bobbing up and under the water surface
I change my attention to the birds
They also sense my new interest
I experience the birds play of teasing
Two egrets fly away chasing each other.
Then comes a paddle boarder in the river
He bends down pulling back his paddle
Propelling himself down the river
Stands up, bends and paddles on the left
Propels himself forward again
Downstream he will turn around before he is swallowed by the sea
Paddles back to where he starts his day
Robust and happy for his accomplishment
The day may not be of bewilderment
But it is a day of sun but without rain
I’m happy to take photographs and write a poem
About how we live in a worried world
A reality we can change with our untapped power.
note: The book I just finished reading: Dirt by William Buford. Entertaining, funny, French way of cooking. Wonderful.
Avoidance of annoyances repeatedly
Life remains in narrowed preferences
I know some words to add, some experiences
To relate, must not let them fade away
I open my eyes in the morning
Utter my first intelligent thought
A praise may be or a prayer
To see, not necessarily to understand
Not inquisitive but to experience
Is it too late now to find the reason
For not knowing?
My relationship ends unexpectedly
Without any arguments or strained voices
A decent separation, not devoting time
To keep each other’s attention
The dinner loses the delicious taste
We become monuments to each other.
Sometimes one has to cross a perilous river
To deliver a letter of forgiveness.
note: I finished reading Piranesi by Susanna Clarke and Kant’s Little Prussian Head & Other Reasons Why I Write, an autobiography in essays by Claire Messud.
I’m reading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke which I started reading a long time ago but never finished and For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. All these long reads in the time of Covid.
We meet once in a farmer’s market
You are selecting a peach, I’m buying okra
Talk and walk and laugh
You spin a loom, I wield an ax
Gather, break, understand
Happy when together
A long beautiful day we wish each other
Before we wave goodbye
Cups of coffee and talks
Walks along the river
What is abstract
A question of enchantment
How do we measure
Content or duration
Are dimensions important?
One bird perches in a tree
The other rises up towards infinity
Then dips skimming the river surface
The tide starts flowing up the river
I have a glimpse of one’s life
I will be dining with a friend.