63 degrees, sunny, the tide is going upstream
Maybe
the scope of your vision is narrow,
the field is wide, memory may falter,
movement, persistence, diminishes
distance between remembering,
words will come in baskets
no barren day or empty life
even dreams have voices
do not cease
to take care of yourself
Rise, go, where nature lives.
What are cruel works for man?
The siren paves a way
rage to be heard
or hurry to offer remedy
someone cries for help
arrival then silence
Start of another story
One may not walk away
drastic alteration of meanings
the grief rises when
one doesn’t listen
but invisible energy emerges
when someone cares
After all this thinking
I arrive at a camp at Lake Millinockett
to fish for brown trout.
note: The book I’m reading: When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron
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.
Walking, the deer gently stops,
tilts its head to one side,
a blossom falling on a stream
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.
Should I listen to others
who want to change me?
They have more imagination than me
I might have been influenced by some
but by persuasion, not by dictation
I listen, observe and decide on my own
Until she comes reciting her poetry like a song
I forget I have a pain in my ear, need a biopsy.
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.
Sitting by a creek inside a forest
Your notebooks spread out
Over stones and ferns
Sounds of tiny waterfalls accompany your thoughts
The dimension of your existence opens before you
Oneness of spirit, wholeness one song.
On the porch, one day
Someone leaves a small heart-shape wood carving,
Another day, a sketch of fiddleheads
Or a haiku
Kindness from unknown neighbors
Who will later introduced themselves
Retreat in the woods
Finding new friends threaded with similar
Attitude of solitariness
Learning how to be present
In the moment, to attend
Slowing of time
A time to feel and touch the earth again
With its ecstasy and pain.
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.
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