Hundred tents and more than hundred pairs of eyes
bathe in the brightness of the stars
more than a hundred dreams and failures
In the morning they will swim and fish and kayak in the lake
They will close their books, remember quotations in their hearts
Create spaces for discoveries
Some will be filled, some will remain empty
Tension of equilibrium and displacements
Each day is different from the last
They may question accomplishments
and value experiences
The dialogue of thoughts that inhabits the mind
Like a breeze playing with the reeds
Come, the reeds say to the breeze,
I want to make my life means something
starting with my thoughts
I walk and think of things
simple ordinary things
Exquisite fantastical things,
lounging on the porch, sailing the ocean
Being scared during a storm, t
asting a lemon meringue pie,
a piece of happiness
I imagine talking with a child
both of us laughing
both of us crying with pain
then again we will join Socrates
in symmetry of thought
we will say we don’t know anything
and it will be something.
with every step I am happy
I am not alone anymore.
Wet clothes hang on a line suspended on two poles
On windy days wave like captive souls
A passerby pauses as if trying to recall a forgotten task
A boy walking the opposite way
Tries to understand between fascination and true insight
He remembers he should get home before Angelus
Clouds darkening hurriedly in the horizon.
seem to be everywhere
Chasing each other
or hovering over the lavender
The morning fog rises gently
You are standing in the midst, smiling.
I look at you and start talking
You ask why ?
My way of clearing my mind
sometimes it gets crowded with thoughts.
Don’t you get frightened
when it gets empty?
Maybe that happens
when someone you love leaves,
The hummingbirds leave one by one
and my friend
I am alone again.
The fog returns
I feel cold
I linger awhile
before I return home.
note: Books I’m reading: War and Peace. I was persuated by an article about Yiyun Li reading War and Peace once a year. And reading it along with others-Tolstoy Together.
Also reading Inseparable by Simone de Beauvoir.
There is no need to be frozen in dark alleys
To bear heaviness of danger
Or be afraid before opening doors
Or when standing alone in street corners
Don’t be oppressed by these ideas
Life is a wide horizon
Away from stairways
Express yourself to the utmost
Explore, with full concentration, the world.
Never mind occasional solitude
A cloudless sky is not empty
When evening comes it will be full of light
The story will enter a full existence
Even when you close your eyes.
The origin, the seed
how one begins
is not always known.
Leaves filter the light
sometimes luminous lines appear
murmurs arise, slowly fade
you are playing with a cat
noises outside distract your attention
young adults riding bicycles passing
outside the window are talking loudly
You search your memory
when you were at that age
developing the habit of repetition
riding around town and along the river
your imagination arranging images
the commotion when fishermen arrived at the dock
the boats, smell of the sea, fish, big and small.
You bike back home
like completing a loop in memory
you will listen to the language of the birds
unsurprisingly calming at the end of the day.
63 degrees, sunny, the tide is going upstream
the scope of your vision is narrow,
the field is wide, memory may falter,
movement, persistence, diminishes
distance between remembering,
words will come in baskets
no barren day or empty life
even dreams have voices
do not cease
to take care of yourself
Rise, go, where nature lives.
What are cruel works for man?
The siren paves a way
rage to be heard
or hurry to offer remedy
someone cries for help
arrival then silence
Start of another story
One may not walk away
drastic alteration of meanings
the grief rises when
one doesn’t listen
but invisible energy emerges
when someone cares
After all this thinking
I arrive at a camp at Lake Millinockett
to fish for brown trout.
note: The book I’m reading: When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chodron
The cat looks quizzical at the orchid on the table
I can offer understanding
The orchid, beautiful and frail
What does the cat think?
Simple or capricious question
One can devote a lifetime to answer
Observe what’s happening in one’s environment
Symmetry and differences can bring,
Even to an ordinary mind, an insight
Or become attached to one interpretation
Unnecessarily and slow the progress
Even a disagreement can be a cooperation
One glance can open an ocean.
Walking, the deer gently stops,
tilts its head to one side,
a blossom falling on a stream