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.
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?
your eye catches
light’s reflection on a spider web
a hammock hanging between
a tree and fence
neurons interlaced to strengthen memory
a bridge for retrieval and deep learning
atoms, stars, horrors
of war, how to be a shepherd
the interlacing of flowers,
spices and herbs in a garden
flowers complementing appearances
plants to engender savory taste and texture
a simple life prepared a table of elegance
you resume walking
each step echoes
music of Beethoven, imaginative spark of
Virginia Wolff’s stream of consciousness
to express an exhilarating day.
The walkers rest
The vulture hovers
The woman in red is nowhere
I find a penny for your thoughts
How often do we return to a place of enchantment
How do we “recognize the infinite value of every moment”
Rilke says, we desperately try to hold these moments in our hands
Today in my walk I found 12 cents of coins on the ground
Place them among the fowers
A moment of happiness
Not because of the new found wealth
It completes the wholeness of the universe
A new day
The children tell me: Be Kind.
The monk tells me: Listen.
My mentor says: Love.
Note: During my morning walk today I met again the woman in red. Photos from my walk.