A moment of each day

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?

Or trivial?

But questions do not meant to be answered

only understood.

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. 

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The day as it happens

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.

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Our activity continues to the downtown

Where children and adults parade their lanterns,

Light attires, jellyfish lighted parasols, costumes. 

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Their route passes along where lgihted arts

Are projected on buildings complete with music and narrations.

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We end the evening under the huge moon

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As if it falls down from the sky

Which is what one child asks her mother about.

The Seeds

 

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?

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The friendly egret

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The sidewalk where I walk

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CONTRAST

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.

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Reflection

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.

Somewhere, sometime

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.