A weed there, a weed here
the inevitability of weeding
I bend and pull, bend and pull
more breathing space for vegetables and flowers
movements, repetitiveness absorbs the time
engrossed in the rigor
delightfulness of ordinary task
on an ordinary day
a blessing when I don’t procrastinate.
Can you see the white egret?
Do I have to count my steps to know that my world has changed?
Do I always involve all my senses whenever I go out?
Do I only remember what I experienced?
Would I remember what I imagined?
These seeds, these black pearls stir imagination.
My time warps
in gravitational universe
Where are you?
If time is ours
a long “sticky cuddle”
-a wide long think.
What is real?
What is controversial?
Did I open a secret?
Mutual learning exposed to the sun
shadows are temporary mists
everything becomes a borrowed book.
All toils
are not in vain.
If time
is ours
well, then
-a long “sticky cuddle.”
The creek joins the stream
Three streams merge with the river
A bear approaches the water
The river enters the sea
A celebration, meeting of the minds
What does it mean to have confluence, fraternity?
Pages of stories, collected moths
Should I write them down?
I ask my friend.
She laughs, then
Kisses me.
Just remember, she says.
Tide flows upstream.
The breeze carries scent of jasmine
From the forest, to the river, to ocean of consciousness
Reality and what we imagine
With enduring significance.
Would you want to be immortal?
Closes his eyes, imagines himself not dying.
No. I would be a star, like The Little Prince.
She longs for awareness
expansive reach of the eye
-wonders
Flowers
What is it to a bee?
-unimaginable
A leaf
What is it to the eye?
-a tree
note: All the photos were taken during my walk to the river today.
The beginning
a quesion, mark
-lines, untravelled
Like graduates
receiving their diplomas
a world waits
Reticence
when young and strong
-learning curve
Comma slips
line of words gets disjointed
-the sentence less traveled
But stars shine
light her way
-arrives at a wrong village
She memorizes
experiences
-tell them alternately
The line stretches
in complexity
-looking for comma
Like following
the rabbit in the rabbit hole
-confusion
Of all the punctuations
she likes comma the most
-gives her freedom
A comma is like forever
tracks a swift in the sky
-not always in straight line
Lyrical flights, long wingspan
where they travel
—extraordinary
After many long lines
perilous curves
-comma rests on a stone
The changing colors
the invisibles become visible
-a period, acceptance.
Champagne bottle in one hand,
he bends down
picks golden covered dark
chocolate bars with the other hand
from each stair, with his empty hand,Â
empty? his secret,
fourteen steps, he bends
and picks,
upstairs she waits
with oysters-on-the-half-shell
how did she …
her secret.
(And I thought
prawns are messy).
A girl stands on skateboard on her left foot,
right foot pushing against the road intermittently,
lifts her foot settles it next to her left foot
and coast for a good distance
before she repeats the motion again,
headphones over her ears
enjoying music or a podcast.
Is she ready to disturb the universe
or preparing?
I continue my walk to the.river
the white egret May return.
On my walk home
I’m thinking of five butterflies
I saw along the river
the wings are pale
not like sunrise or sunset.
Above me in the trees small birds are talking,
on my right, a commotion,
a squirrel stops to glance at me
then runs away.
Books I am reading: The Book of Nature by Barbary Mahany
and The Book of Unholy Mischief by Elle Newmarrk
A bag of fiction
and a visit to Brittany
-library book sale.
I walked to the river for the last three days. Today was 70 degrees, very breezy, cool.
White magnolia
handkerchief tree
-fragrance for the eyes
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