Let’s kiss the sky. Let’s kiss the mountains. Let’s the water. Sky, mountains and water. The memory of a lifetime. and the body parts of a wandering soul. Fresh again and again.
How far to go? Everything is in the distance. The mountain mist. The temple bells….. and the rumbling of the sea. But I have know suffering. And I am willed to keep on walking. Until the light falls through the sky. And the insects call to the heart
When all my words are exhausted. I walk the streets, or find a place to drink coffee. And once again words make their way into my mind. True, clear and transparent. This has always been the way.
Blue sky busy in the morning. My mind floating like a white cloud. The vision that pierces through, a primal sky – all over again. Just the length of one summer. Until the next one.
The taxi is at the door. The day ahead equally laid. And a new road rises to meet me. Restless like the sea – I move on. Until we meet again. I leave behind some words and voices speaking. My heart is warm with the memories we have made.
Dark grim sky. It rained today. I stood in the rain for over an hour. No taxi would take me. The rain kept falling dragging in winter’s chill. And the last of the summer love. Still no taxi would take me. So I stopped searching. And listened to the songs of the rain clouds. Forgetting my wet feet. And all the myths, history and stories.
Between stone houses and crooked streets. There are no silver moons of sorrow. Not on this trip at least. I soak up the earth and listen to the village bells. A sound, not of the past. But dust rising in clouds. And life scattering like mustard seeds.
I reflected at length. And silenced the tunes in my head. That tell me my glass is half empty. And with meditation, I wake from hopeful dreams. To startle my life. No longer immersed in the black liquids of the nights.
In darkness I run along the sky. Savoring the high humidity, the coffee – and how I chose to roam. The mango trees carve in the summer breeze. Radiant like a lustful scream. And I move on to the next careless space.
A Wandering Poet 