Wonder

When we decided to move to the suburbs we were truly anxious about all the adjustments. We were excited about the bigger space we would have, the backyard and of course knew there were good schools – all the boxes so to say, were ticked. But we would miss the buzz of activity in the city, the prevalence of people, the view of the ocean from our apartment on the hill, the eclectic community that surrounded us, the noisy trains and buses we could see from the window. There we were on flat ground divided… Read More »A child’s perspective

Build me a hammock of my mother’s loveHanging in space between the starsWhere I can lie and look aboveAs the moon, full and glowing, smiles down on meAnd I rock myself to sleep

Nick stood outsideA piercing across his browPatiently talking to strangers About charities helping children across the worldSpending a Saturday evening – to spread the wordI wonder if he will I guess you can do that in abundance – WonderWhen you sit in a coffee shop and look outsideAs the sky goes from grey and drizzlyTo rainy and then dark; now lit by neon lights Inside – rows of little lights snake around on the red ceilingAnd music – obscure enough to be perceived intellectual – fills the place I hear titbits of conversation in different… Read More »Outside and Inside

And somewhere insideIs a deep blue oceanWhere everything you throw inDust, dirt, ice, tearsMelts, soaks, swims – flows

I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;The one knitted by my MotherWatching an old documentary on TVSomething about Indians in the UK in the 60sThe sun comes in from the blindsGlistens on the golden star on my plastic Christmas Tree(I haven’t taken it down yet)And then reflects on the blue striped wall-paper;The one I wanted to replace when I moved in here,But in time got used to it –And now in this moment became a part of my experienceNothing more to this – Nothing to learn or gain wisdom fromJust a… Read More »Just a moment

Interesting…. I climbed 10,000 feet Trying to leave the world behindClimbing was good – I had a missionSunsets, Sunrises, snow and coldAll made a beautiful milieuSweat and shivers, I am proud of bothSlow but sure, I trudged aheadBut coming down – brought everything back That I had worked so hard to leave behindThe fear of falling, and losing controlAnd the biggest challenge of all- Letting Go

Yesterday, I went to a beautiful placeOpen sky aboveHands on the wheelWind in the hairThe colors were stark Blue oceanGreen mountainsThe sounds were clearOf zooming bikesRinging laughterThe sights – they will be foreverEagles soaring Sleepy ottersCoy couplesThe seas and the skiesForming one big blue Yesterday, I went to a beautiful placeFrom inside out and then withinFor a moment I wished I could take Everybody with meAnd love everybodyAnd for a moment I wondered if I did 8/24/07

Here’s to GratitudeThat feeling that embracesIn final superiorityIn times of peaceAnd timeless quietFor letting me pass byBe a part ofLife

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live – Anais Nin Now my thoughts – Strange thing about hope is – it never leaves you. Somewhere in the crevices of life – however rocky it is, it wedges itself waiting patiently to sprout. Sometimes in colors and forms unknown- unimagined. Hope is the seed of life.

Everyone has a little box of secret treasuresOf desires, hurt, hopesUnashamed joyUnspeakable despairMoments and memories and dreamsThat never cease to collectAnd sometimes, through the mechanics of daily lifeWe find time to open this boxAnd wonder at what lies within

The red flowers are in full bloomThe green buds wait patiently for their timeStrings of grass sway and dance The wind blows hard and keeps timeAll in silence and quiet in a white framed picture on the wall. 10/17/2004

Never have I seen a sun so gloriousBathing the sky in its bloodI hear the silent promise of an unseen, unknownThat there is joy in the worldI turn into a laneAnd see a house With maybe a happy family insideIts windows blazing redAs the rays of the sun kiss the glassMy heart sings an ancient tuneI believe, I believeThere is joy in the worldMore for the eye than one can see

I am…..Who am I?..An ExperienceThat is passing as I speakIf the past is just a kaleidescope Of scenes that I watch nowWhere am I nowIN this everchaning cycle of life?If the future is just a random possibilityWhat do I need to do nowOther than be me –The Experience.

You never know where life takes you. Choices you make, chances you take – do they define your life or is it but a game of random probabilities? Does anything that you plan to do ever matter? How much are you predestined to go through?