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Entries in waves (4)

Thursday
Oct292020

Ephemeral

Red sun white waves

blue sky green islands
Floating world - Ukiyo-e

Imagination

Observation
Experience
Posture
Attitude


Instinct
Star trails
Moon
Dancing ocean waves

Orange sun crashes into blue green
Infinity whispers WHAT IF
Orange processes earth's rotation

Puppy shits in sand
Serious Chinese eyes study sand footfalls

Distant white sail
Water glistens light ephemeral
Twinkling

Grow Your Soul - Prose and Poems from Laos & Cambodia

Thursday
Oct012020

Process

Foreign couples wearing polarizing shades of ignorance incredulous doubt and wonder stroll sand staring inland at strangers staring back.

Walking eyes survey tables, chairs, people and eateries.

Strangers all. Scarce few see sea.

No drugs. No weapons. Leave your ego at the door.

Sweating runners with pulse armbands tread grains.

Workers set up beach lounges, switch on espresso machines, fire up kitchen stoves, hack ice, replenish beer supplies.

Waves erase footprints. Sleeping canines cur into sand.

Beach orchestra builds its daily tempo.

A young Italian woman unfolds a blue towel on sand. She lies face down. Pushing up with her arms she assumes a yoga posture eyes straight ahead on a blue green sea. Her spine weaves vertebrae like a wave. Calm centered grounded and focused.

Visitors stagger from beds, walk foam, eat, stare at waves evolving from a flat lined horizon holding green island hideouts. People plan to sit or go. Yes go. Go for a walk, a swim adventure.


1) kick boxers attack mangoes, chop ice while shifting gears after school in the wind

2) six month cradle infants wail at the hospital for a blue placebo pill

3) oven fired waffles scrapes a boy pedaling his bike seeking recycled trash before wicker baskets say hello

4) spare change searches for user value collecting cardboard images in a squall

5) red ink meets onion paper at an intersection whispering secrets without speaking sparrows

 “I want to know the truth mother. Living safely is dangerous.”

“The truth,” she said, “is that life is an absurd comic process. If you laugh you last. Our illusionary insecurities and real authenticities evolve. Life is a celebration, a dance and process of becoming. It is a beautiful harsh short messy dream come true. It’s magic. We adapt, adjust and evolve. There’s no rhyme or reason. Life is not a career, it’s a game.

Monday
Aug312020

Life is a Beach

Overnight sleeper bus to Sin Oak Ville
The new coastal Chinatown casino royal
All bets are off

 Moto to Otres Beach
Sand sunrise defending quiet
Footprints gentle water waves beat shore
Islands

Spit in the ocean
Zen sitting meditation visions H2O
Bliss day sun water

European sun walkers white tan ageless retirees
Sound sand surf...play in water
Edges of the day from gentle morning through

Heat into restless sunset - meditation focus
Ebb and flow
Strangers in paradise...
Blue skies night 1/4 star clear

Fernando Pessoa

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Waves of love
Hang by a thread
Breath
Meditate on the truth of emptiness
Fragments
Embrace beauty and tranquility

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Grow Your Soul - Prose and Poems from Laos & Cambodia

Tuesday
Jan062009

Spill ink in sand

Relaxing on white sand, 

swimming in crystal clear tourquoise 

infested waters

feeling intense sun on your face, back, 

thighs, 

shadow reading pages of far east stories.

Dream Divers, small skiffs, lie at anchor

waves sail past young Europeans boys

preparing their clown flippers 

floating into deep dark blue.

Mr. Fat talks about blizzards 

in Chicago as waves

repeat a timeless long wash

tumbling memories.

Metta.