of another one thousand miles begins
by flipping a book of poetry on page 60.
And I can only trace a barely visible outline
and a very thin, barely visible bluish-grey line
that softly beckons for me to come, a call
that defines a longing as well as a belonging,
and falls under the radar of consciousness.
It will be another exploration, another scouting,
with more time dedicated to dwelling in that little space
where peace and truth reside.
I can perceive the terrain
where I will be journeying in silence once again
perhaps traversing more footpaths that are less traveled.
The road will open by itself and welcome me as I walk.
And the walk will be long and far and yet is short and near
as the point of departure will by itself be also a point of return.
Every mindful step will be a conversation of the heart,
written like a line of a poem, and recited like a prayer.
Stories will be created, turning into tales, and
distinctions will be made in footmarks and broken twigs.
Directions will be established by the guidance of the gut,
for it is what is right. I cannot explain this by the way, and it is
never easy yet it accomplishes its mission so well.
I have already embarked on this journey…
…I eat…I drink coffee…I sleep…I wake-up…I go to work…yet I am also cantilevered in silence and stillness…in every available moment of clarity and awareness, as I journey…every step a leaf falls…and then I look at that bird…same thing…same flight…same route…a unity of reality…a communion of purpose in existence…I sense the thread that stitches night with day in different patterns…I perceive the architecture of form and the liquidity of substance…that sustains…that relives…and I just journey into the silent land, harnessing the wind, with bones mixing with dreams and a vision reaching out to the horizon…oh! The bird flew away…I need to walk…still a long way to go…
…as the wind
lets out a sorrowful
yet melodious primal whistling
and new leaves gracefully move
in ancient dance,
I am on a silent journey
with that bird
in the grace of night and day…
…your lovely face so serene…listening, just listening…mutely witnessing…an overarching emptiness fills-up and numbs…an external manifestation of stillness that moves…it is a different landscape in the silence of the night…in the land of the silent, I felt the full enhancement of intimacy that can only be reduced by a river of tears…and they warmly flow with the past…streaming in a time that stood still…and then I look far and far away as I remember spring…I know I will always be remembering…
…we sat down in one tender moment of empty words…and without thoughts…and with our hands entwined…it took so many years doing this…now I sit in silence, deep in thought, as I watch a bird…and in some corner of my heart, I felt a sting…
I want to take off
And inhabit the deeper woods
And stay there
Until I can find
And then go back
To where I come from
A new person enveloped by a new light
And possessing a heart
That is as vast as the sea.
And then I can look straight
At other peoples’ eyes
As if they are children
And make them feel comfortable
Because I can see them
With the eyes of a child,
Pure, honest, unbiased, raw
And then they can look back at me
And say, “Your eyes are glistening!
We trust you. Go on, tell us
What we need to know.”
And I will just smile back at them.
The thought is just enough.
…a long walk
accompanied by the sun
and the cold wind.
i travel towards the interior…