standing in the Indian Ocean

The tide is hidden and waiting to pull.
From afar it is visible, what moves this river.

Ancient waters meet my pale feet
sands of times in my toes
with the salt of history in my mouth.

It is here that I walk-
where the four waters come together
and the people come to worship.

Blue, green waves that break as time remains.
The lepers are still here- asking for my help.

But what can I do, but watch the waves
rise and
fall.

What the sadu says I say,
in not so many chants.

I am here- taking it all.

And still my feet are in the water,
as the children play and splash.

I am here standing tall,
very alone and very surrounded.

Knowing all the while-
it is true.

A Traveler's Shade on my Head

The ancient paths are long forgotten,
they are in need of revival from young souls.

In the dust there may be possibility.
Through the wind I hear a voice, "one must search to find."

Basho must have followed me here like Woody Guthrie followed Dylan,
passing a torch of beauty.

But I thank good Prometheus for sharing,
and revealing to us a fire so bright.

The road is visible now yet hazy like a dream
or a very old memory.

A sign reading, "Get Born" strikes me eye as I pass
"just one pilgrim to another," I hear through the trees.

As my pace picks up I can hear the screams
and see the others emerging from the Cave.

My road has diverged to yours
and the lights are visible to my sleepy eyes.

Sounds and smells of the carnival find me here
and carry far in this summer wind.

At last I arrive with the voices that have called me,
like a lynx searching for its kittens.

To an open field by the sea we arrive, you and I.
"It is finished," I hear in unison.

The fire is here also- with a note attached:


to: the mortals

from: the gods

I have taken the ancient paths.

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1928 never felt so real. Great film, full of plot twists and dramatic imagery. The film was based on the Wineville Chicken Coop Murders in the 1920's outside LA. A true story of a mother's love and fight, a boy's innocence and violence. Watch it.

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McCarthy's elements in "The Road" make it a favorite. I am making this a annual winter read. Also looking forward to starting the desert trilogy and seeing the film based on the novel.

Night and Day

These days come and go
purple nights and pink sky.

City skyline so far away-
so ripe to taste.

Water moving so sweetly
going down and passing

Signs of the past
and tales of future.

Washed so deep and fresh
Tomorrow what will come?


Purple morning and city skyline.

Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
John Lennon, "Beautiful Boy"
English singer & songwriter (1940 - 1980)

Train Station at Night

The train station is cold at night
As the passing blaze makes that noise.

And the money of trade comes, then goes
I think it fine to go fast and slow.

Coming to an end that is less than beautiful
Leaving behind the dust of the east, headed for the coast.

The light is here now, don’t fear the cold.
As fast as it comes- it slows.
Leaving behind the dust of the east, headed for the coast.

The light is here now, don’t fear the cold.
As fast as it comes- it slows.