Author: Pondering Red
Third day of this new year -
I start the long walk again,
the walk of contemplation,
rejuvenation, meditative reflection.
Early morning smog alert -
thick ice here and there,
covered with drifting snow.
I walk on the edge of the bike path,
through the large sad looking park,
empty of noticeable movement.
White sky - White ground.
No fiesta feeling,
No music vibrating fiery tango rhythms.
I walk over my summer steps,
over my autumn pathways.
With every step,
some nano distressing thought,
drifts like the falling snow.
like puzzle pieces of dream segments,
sift into my conscious thinking
and create clarity.
Can I walk into Satori ?
Beyond Nirvana ?
My boots leave white imprints
on the white snow.
Alone, I meander,
wearing my hat of many designs from Nepal.
The snow flakes start to tango.
I am a splash of colour,
in a white wonderland,
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Tarna (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, January 3 2009, 08:46 pm|
I like this work As with most of your works it takes me on a walk right along side of you.. I guess you are never really alone; when every walk you share, people are able to walk beside you. I love reading your work.. Happy winter...
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