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rhdr

Weeping sand,
weeping sea.
And yet, still
spring impetus
and songs of love.
Moments of breath,
held above titans.
For the best day
of your life.

A sea flies,
with a single thought,
all is empty.
Under the eyes
of a winter sun,
a minds essential peace.
Serene, and at one
with all things.
A way beyond language.

I am one,
who drinks coffee, slowly.
The earth by my side,
allowing it all to come to me.

Then, birds sing,
people talk…..
and peace is right in the moment.
Just the way, I like it.

Walking farther into it,
I crave nothing.
A moment between
pain fading, and
unfolding the dust.

I came to Tawian for a holiday during the Chinese New Year celebrations. Now, because of covid – 19, I find myself.. in a kind of exile. But one that is rich in day -to-day life. An exile on a ship called Tawian ” if you like 😁. So I wrote this poem, and took some pictures form a day at a market🙏

The lady asked ” How old are you,
are you married?’
A spider weaves a thread,
a dream in exile.
A world turned upside down,
nature’s violent sneeze.
On a ship called ‘Taiwan’,
flashing glints of spring
falling on a town.
This is how I know it,
as though for always, and again.

I heard a song,
“I’m new here”
says Gill Scott- Heron.
Like an unworn necklace,
or a new mountain hike
from the beginning.
Why and why not?
With the sun in my bones,
and white wind in my eyes.
I am surrounded by gold hornets,
and the noise of spring longing.

qrf

Somewhere in the mountains,
the sun casts it’s warm light
on camphor trees.

A spring awaits,
a thousand butterflies
smile and fly.

Each one, shining and shining.
A sweet melody,
from an ancient place.

nor

So soft the darkness,
while black palm trees loom.
The sea, unkempt and bitter
has nothing more to say.
Each moment of sorrow,
lost – awed into silence.
The past or the future,
no more fear.
I was, and I am still.

hdrpl

I saw the sky today, weeping
for the fallen and the falling
leaves – a city’s moan.
It was a big sky,
like a child’s drawing.
Deep in sudden applause,
and then returning
to a heart wood, in a dream.

oznorCO

What do I see?
A mountain wind,
one limb at a time.
Quite wild flowers,
and the slow drift
of a great river.
All day long,
I feel the tide
and open my
face to the rain.