Catching a virus is misery
Coughing myself to exhaustion
My head feels heavy
Then as if an angel visits me
Everything is lifted
A moment of stillness
I feel so light
as if I can rise from the window like a kite
I feel eternal
As if free of all temptations
Time starts again
a tickle in my throat
Thud, thud, the thudding sound
of a luggage sliding Inside the car’s trunk,
a car driving fast the curves
that’s how my head spins
when I clean the sink of unfulfilled writing promises
I will try again
a new concept of a New Year
to tell a moment of each day
a gathered thought, an instant click of a camera
not a memorized notion of what a day should be,
maybe a spark of enchantment.
Will it make the day meaningful?
But questions do not meant to be answered
I will begin today.
Note: Like a mantra I walk to the river today. The day is spring-like low 60’s, blue sky, flowers and acacia trees are blooming.
The photos from my mobile phone capture the moment.
My day starts late with a walk to the river
Counting the black birds on the tree
They come down to feed on feeders
Thrown by a woman on the sidewalk.
Our activity continues to the downtown
Where children and adults parade their lanterns,
Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes.
Their route passes along where lgihted arts
Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.
We end the evening under the huge moon
As if it falls down from the sky
Which is what one child asks her mother about.
The seeds get strayed from the garden
Travel in miles of air
The petals fall like kisses
Or is it kisses like petals falling
Landing on your hair, shoulders and dreams
And I waking remember the fragrance
Of the place where you once walk.
I remember you telling me
Not to get anchored in dreams
“Shape your future in reality,” you said.
The egret standing on the riverbank
Remains like a statue
When a boat passes by
The egret looks at me
as if asking a question
Will a rose remains a rose
If no one looking?
The friendly egret
The sidewalk where I walk
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the hummingbird feeding.
I can hear a waterfall.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the stars
I can hold a fishing pole and cast a line.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the rain
i can hold a purring cat.
If I’m blindfolded I can’t say there’s only light
If my eyes are open I will be blinded by the sun.
If I’m blindfolded I will not be able to drive.
I can play chess.
If I’m blindfolded I will not juggle a lighted torch.
I can whistle.
If I’m blindfolded I will not see the waves
I can ride the crest.
With my eyes open I can be blind.
In scarcity I can find gratitude.
Simplicity of life and death.
Then I meet you.
Before the year ends
An expanse of a year or years
You will look back and reflect, a self chitchat:
How far did you go in the four quadrants?
Encounters of your body, mind, heart, and soul.
You want to look
For signs of transformation or coherence
Habits and struggle to interpret health
Or commitment to deliberate practice and growth,
How far did you walk, how long did you dance?
Meeting with spiritual teachers did you learn
Mindfulness, contemplate the ultimate reality,
Soul’s journey to what is, the presence
Approach to your emotions, painting the colors
Where will your heart turn, what will your heart embrace?
The unfolding, reversal of thought
Tossing ideas, catch and throw and catch again
Doubt may envelope your desires
Arrangement of imagination, how to start and proceed
The choices are several, relevance and pretenses
Being careful of pleasures and enhancers
Without ruminating to death or nonsense
You accept the invitation to open a book
You memorize the wrappings before you unfold
You may have to put the origami pages together again
Before they mutate to different personalities
Pages stained with peanut butter and blueberry jam
As if reminiscing over breakfast
A calming sound of pages turning,
Your voice from reading the text
You are thinking absurd and elegant
Riddles to spark creativity.
You confront the question:
Is life’s greatness and simplicity measured
By how far or how near you offer
Your heart for goring, to the bull’s horns?
The morning before to envision a new world
You have to plan for New Year’s Eve
But pause for a moment, even for a briefest moment
“Hold the moment in your awareness,
A moment of mindfulness,” of gratitude.
note: St. Francis of Assisi Church, Incline Village, Nevada
Surround me with leaves
Or simply serve me with ramen.