Even a fox can get exhausted
straining for all the sounds.
The world will shrink if it doesn’t change
Opulence doesn’t guarantee happiness
She learns from an Indian friend
A butterfly can tilt Indra’s net.
Delight when scenery
unfolds before you
wherever you are.
You may be alone
but you will not be lonely.
Her silence is a conviction
not to judge others
by any standards.
She will pass by a garden
and admire a flower
for what it is.
A neighbor will ask her,
Did you see Mary today,
going to church dressed
It is a warm weather finally,
she will answer.
She may not be precise,
that’s what she sees.
She goes to school.
He goes to church.
Others look for their birthdays in the zodiac.
There are other ways of learning.
People are confused.
Life consists of many parts
Some parts are broken.
Then life changes enormously
Like shifting shadows in the afternoon
Turned into giant mass of dark clouds enclosing the world,
Silent, hidden, and stilled.
People do not understand why
After they learn to spell catastrophe
They are not happy but distraught.
A pilgrimage of the heart,
an errand of the spirit
I will take a morning walk
and knock on my friend’s door,
lean on a tree, feel the root’s vibrations.
I will fold my hands and listen to stories:
People walking, their pockets heavy with stones,
birds singing sad songs and hiding their wings from the sun
riverbeds with broken porcelains,
multi-syllabic prayers uttered in silence at Angelus.
A child and a lady smile and wave
when I pass by on my way home
on the sidewalk with wild flowers
blooming next to the iron fence.
I have been walking to the river again since 4 days ago. I did not walk today.
The failed experiment will not be a singular experience
could be wide with ramifications
is it unusual to have unhappiness early in life
and to have fullness of life later?
Sighting an uncommon bird
will be peculiar day.
a point of celebration.
The jellyfish dance,
glitter in the night
Walking in Festival of Lights
a bird leaves
a tree painted blue
a wind chime hangs from a branch
a bird sings from faraway
a mother looks at her child
imagines colors of her voice
the sun recedes behind the mountains
she adjusts the aperture
takes all the photos
a long story begins
a child was born
I mistake a falling leaf for a bird,
A bird for a thought that flies past my eyes
I am watching the tide flows upstream
I solve today’s Wordle.
Can the flowers hear
Do butterflies whisper their wishes
I’m alone walking along a forest path
My hair shines in the sun
You can follow me
Wherever you are
I pace my steps
Aware of watchful eyes
I’m reluctant to stray from the path
The mountain may shake
Obliterate my awareness
Dictionary may not suffice
The majesty in scarcity
Can elevate my expectations
Tomorrow I will start early
Inaugurate a new attentiveness.
note: It’s invigorating to be able to walk to the river again. I met a lot of walkers walking their dogs or their friend’s dogs. The air is clear and the sky is blue. Simple things.
The leaves were changing colors.
Today on my third day
of walking after the fall
I reached the river.
I saw a blue heron, maybe
a younger one, feathers paler blue
Bending down to tighten my shoe laces
I found a penny next to my shoe
I felt richer.
Is it a journal or diary
or just doodling?
Both need writing
We drink a bottle of wine
The moon shines on the town square
Tomorrow we will go fly fishing
We spread our vacation days
Seldom we feel so fresh
And asking questions.
What will be to light our way
Knowledge or experience?