mindfulness
cold clear foggy dawn
shawl shadowed on deserted street
you walk in the glimmer of silence
a fire possess a long partial memory
monks whisper visual blessing
dragonfly

cold clear foggy dawn
shawl shadowed on deserted street
you walk in the glimmer of silence
a fire possess a long partial memory
monks whisper visual blessing
dragonfly

wow, said elf, what an amazing year, all 365 dreams. we celebrated beginning in cambodia.
in march we celebrated snow altitudes in nepal. in cambodia we celebrated summer heat. laos called in fall and wa-la, presto magician, here we is. again.
once upon a whisper paid attention to sensations. a heavy deluge increased density of murmurs. ideal voices sat silent.
it's hyohakusha, said a zen monk named basho. one who moves without direction.
metta.

one morning Elf sat near a fire in Laos.
silent barefoot Buddhist monks wrapped in orange walked past accepting alms from women.
tourists scrambled pointing and shooting.
a woman in white using a cane approached a corner.
her staff tested curb height. she hestitated. she stayed on the street feeling secure and balanced.
she passed a fire.

Namaste,
It was a pleasure to hear from Steve in Cat Cat, Vietnam.
Cat Cat is a village near Sapa. Delightful kind Black Hmong people.
People, rivers, mountains, waterfall.
A child in Sapa carries the world on her back.
He saw images from our travels there in 2009.
Visit his site. Wander around. Explore.
Metta.