HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY

note: St. Francis of Assisi Church, Incline Village, Nevada

Astonishment

Where is the power that causes
the changes of colors of ferns
and grass growing along brooks
and streams,golden instead of green?

It’s autumn
bordering on winter
Astonishment comes even
late in life
like summons to happiness.

Affection

Surround me with leaves
Carry me
Or simply serve me with ramen.

Yearning

Completeness

You bend your head to listen
Changing the direction of your thought
The umbrella collapses against the wind
You stand up and leave the conversation
You are afraid you lost something
Your life yearns for completeness
Something bold and ordinary
Like the hundred quests to fold origami
Imagine the mystery of longing
With a simple lantern to guide the way
To find the piece missing
And all the steps to the last breath.

note: Mrs. Abstract and I visited Sequioa National Park. We stayed at a B&B with a beautiful miniature fairy garden.

Mrs. Abstract enjoying the morning reading a book next to one of the three rivers.

Sometimes

Sometimes we walk randomly in distant places visiting townsquares,
straying in fisherman’s dock loitering in public parks

Sometimes we meet strangers, randomly in booksstores and get into conversations

Sometimes we exchange informations, ordinary and simple notes

Sometimes we extend invitation to continue the conversation

A short walk becomes long, morning extends into evening
Randomness becomes a purpose and goal

Goes on and on and offers an option
an awareness of feelings, association of certain thoughts

Cutting sentences into fragments and rearranging randomly
We feel distance and attentiveness of each other

We are not walking dictionaries waking up tired words
We are solitary walkers walking randomly and meeting

Where do you want to go?

A pause

Secluded under the palm tree
a bed of autumn leaves
I’ll lie down and sleep.

Time

Enhance your experience
The wastebasket is not full yet
Symmetries are abundant in sounds and numbers
Difficulty shall not be the first step
A tribe can lead to the next
In darkness you can hear whistling
Interruptions are shadows between lights
The liminal spaces, glimpses of returns
The mind brings and scatters, the bees and the butterflies
The neurons connect the patterns and coincidences
Learning to see not only with one’s eyes
Lots of questions and the search for truth and beauty
I will learn to sit still
The universe is expanding
The garden is lovely in spring.

My afternoon walk

A child’s bicycle
pink with bare handle bars
abandoned among autumn leaves.

note: I’m sorry I did not realize I posted this blog with a different title.

Abandoned

A child’s bicycle
pink with bare handle bars
abandoned among autumn leaves

Thursday

Thursday in October, I walk to the river

everywhere is bursting with colors

go out, waste your waist away