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.
The hiker adjusts his backpack
Resumes his climb
Sounds of a waterfall
The hiker sits under a tree
Closes his eyes and naps
A deer passes by
mother sings
baby sleeps
angels play
If a flower is a genius
how will it grow?
differently
The kayakers paddle in the river
Boats: red, green, yellow
Sun shapes different angles
note: I walked to the river today. The egret returned. As I tried to move near the egret sensed my coming and flew away.
The adventurous portrait of my longing
The green leaves turn brown, the chilling wind
The shadows spread riddles from the sun
Distinguishing the passage of time
Songs all different can blend in harmony
Conquering doubts and afflictions
To seek, to find, to end all wanderings
But what is love that love challenges life
Is not praise enough without surrender?
O mystery.
Rare time when snow arrives in Napa Valley
When I am having obscure feelings
When my neighbors start their monumental discussions
When you feel giddy
I hold the chairs with both hands
Plant my feet strongly
Breath deep and regular
The flood will recede
The forest will bloom again
I have been nudging my reluctant imagination
Offer alternatives, new ideas
Rare excursions to simplify playful musings
During all these days of rain
My memories are filled with orchids, mushrooms, migrating birds
Of intelligent fish and butterflies
Of praying mantis, of rabbits
I want allowances for distractions
Without being detained, a few moments
To clear my mind
The artistic practice to fail better
The waiting and unhurried way to find my shoes
And myself like a new beginning
I want to sing to you
Hike and dance our way
To the mountain.
These photos are taken from walk to the river during the last 3 days.
The present books I’m reading: Super-Infinte, The Transfomation of John Donne by Katherine Rundell
Shirley Hazzard, A Writing Life byBrigitta Olubas
How To Live or A Life of Montaigne by Sarh Bakewell
She sits
Like a word
On the riverbank
In silence
A new world
Of consequences
Other creatures, hidden
Watch her
Benevolent eyes
Like angels
Her mind, not oscillating
Or imagination, captured
Nothing breaks, not a stone
Or falls, not a leaf
They calmly accept her
Her being.
A holiday
at dawn
I will plant a word
water it like a tree
one day
the forest will sing
I will read
the written signatures
on the tree trunks
They will tell
the ages of the passerby’s
they are imperceptible
to storms and lightnings
raccoons and squirrels talk
their life stories
You can invite your friends
and listen to the songs
have some drinks and dance
It will not be one time
even in our condition.
We meet across
a giant chessboard in the plaza
We glance at each other
I touch a piece
you move a pawn
a knight pirouettes
a bishop lifts
a game continues
a brilliant move, a clatter
then saving graces
movements in 64 squares
thousands and thousands
permutations, strategies and idea
subtle and suggestive
time enters, a heart beats faster
we look at each other’s eyes
Dazzle of butterflies and corals
the tree grows, a forest
of climate changes
Is this what love is?
Succession of concrete images appear in my vision:
leaves covered walking path, a white magnolia flower, white as a pearl,Â
and a cat like fur covered dog
are simultaneous colors painted like on a canvas
I am not dreaming is a first question
the object is to pay attention
like a sincere prayer
I have to listen, voices may follow
I have stop my walk
rest a while, slow down the heart rate,
have a drink of water, and observe
I do not plan a note or few lines of observation
There are no benches to sit on
I do not visualize poetry
but I am excited.
Walking, one scientist says,
can spark imagination
Excitement can disturb the world
the future will not be ordinary anymore
I can measure my capacities
Things still undone
The precious things about uncertainties
Keep me thinking
I can discern the variations
like the kites flying I saw one Saturday on a beach
I think of you and the different children we will have
after we get married
I am feeling an enduring exuberance
I might propose to you tomorrow.
notes:
Books I finished reading:
Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus
The Invention of Nature by Andrea Wulf
The Archivist by Martha Cooley
Scenes In my walk to the river:
Snow on top of the trees
We can walk under it as if inside a cathedral
Our steps will mark a memory
But will melt with time
Unlike sorrow etched in the heart
Doesn’t completely fade away
But sadness and snow can be generous
If given time.
note: I am brushing up with my chess games.I am replaying a lot of games by the world chess champions.
there are moments
of infinite space
or exquisite beauty
a foggy morning
note: The book I am reading: such color, New and selected poems by Tracy K. Smith.
I will be away
only for a few days
from confusion of mind and soul
riding the world’s common time
like a heart of a promise
to return consciously
one fragment at a time
like voices drifting, then silence
even ugliness
can have a wonderful side
or imaginary digressions
of very small fulfillments
to life’s most important things.
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