Walking , walking..


On my walks, I blend with the reviving nature. My inner being opens wings and reaches the light green new leaves, the first buds of perennials, a single flower and countess brown branches coming to life. It’s like rebirth, the whole being feels the joy of coming to life after the seasonal hibernation. The stream gurgles happily, no ice blocking its flow. Wild animal tracks show on the tiny sandy stretch beside the water, some nocturnal being happy to have 12963840_10206258024585857_6451187149921589469_nwater to drink. Red cardinals greet along with the mourning doves. Indeed, if one shares life with nature, every step, every breath lives on with each life crossed with other creations.

The last picture has trees still in brown branches, there is perfect synchronization of silence and sound, life that is in and life that waits quietly. Is that not what we do as life, we sleep and we wake, the day follows night and mountains shade the seas?
The thoughts of death comes, but with so much peace. For there is no death at all, its like nature, another giving away to seasons of our lives


If Earth’s core was in human form,
that would be me
I’m burning God.

Blazing ember spitting fire
shoots high at times,
bringing tears in rains.

Hot lava rumbles
setting forests in fire,
eyes catch rising flames.

Raging fire blinding all
you see me not
burnt to skeleton.

I cry in Pandemonium.




Amherst Life

IMG_0256[1]IMG_0288[1].JPGIMG_0287[1]The Petite’s bulletin:
At the doctor’s I had left my cardigan in the patient area. A gentleman was sitting beside it when I went to pick it, I reached over saying,
‘ Excuse me, I think that is mine and need to get it.’
A merry soul, he remarked, ” Nope, it would be too small for me.”
Me, ‘ Don’t think it iwll, its from the kid’s department.” I put it on happily and my shoes from Monkey Business, a children’s shop.
The gentleman and his nearly 7 ft perhaps looked on at my receding self.
Lazy winter news:
Winter is caught with reading I think, and doesn’t feel like going outdoors. She has not delivered much of snow yet. One day that she did give a bit, it had wild animal tracks down the path to bus stop. The stream flows below the wooden bridge had snow banks and the grass had a green and white collage.

Furry and feathery news:
I have someone new to look for while passing the opposite farm. Three emus stare at me when I walk by. Asked them which state they were from, she rolled her eyes as if to say, ‘ Don’t talk to strangers.’
Have been seeing this own for the second day, poor thing, seems lost her sense of timing. Alzheimer, you think?