Fly Away

Waiting at train stops

Watching trains wisp by in a blur

I can see their faces

Wishing one of them were mine

.

A black bird sings

Singing a lonely tune

Reaching out to me

Asking me to fly away

.

I close my eyes

Thinking of long forgotten roads

Roads that have fallen off maps

Waiting to be found

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Silence jolts me from my thoughts

The train is no longer to be seen

Only the yearning remains

The black bird has flown away

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Originally posted July 3, 2015

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Pamplona

It’s after midnight

Pamplona greets us with open arms

Streets typically empty and silent

Not tonight

Celebration’s prelude of tomorrow’s chase

 

Sangria overflowing

I’m floating inside my glass

Swimming not drowning

But drowning in this glass may not be such an unpleasant thought

At least, just for tonight

 

Handshakes, hugs, more filled glasses

A feeling this will never end

Smiles from street to street

Greet to greet

I wonder if the bulls also have smiles on their faces right now

 

Dawn will awake

Sometime soon or off in the distance

I can’t tell

But at that time

I will see if my courage is there

To run through the streets

The chase of a lifetime

Or if not

Watch from the sidelines

With regret nipping at my heels

 

Originally posted August 1, 2015

Zazen With Buddhist Monks

Open shoji screen doors

Lead to snow covered gardens

Sitting on tatami mats

Legs folded

Eyes closed

Chanting softly

Buddhist monks look on silently

Watching and waiting

Helping to find inner peace and balance

Time moves

Reaching destinations

Together we sit

Pouring cups of sake

A celebration of the new year

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Originally posted July 4, 2015

A Walk Through Pere Lachaise 

Following spray painted arrows on concrete stones

A flower child spins in circles, creating tie dye swirls, looking up, dancing for the sky

A mosaic of flower petals fit neatly together on the ground where they fell

Smoke from burning incense floats, creating cloud formations at our knees

Hints of the past emerge, a resurrection of another time

But this moment soon blows away

The dance ends

Petals are swept with the wind

The smoke melts into the ground

And I continue on my way, following spray painted arrows, but not empty handed

 

Originally posted October 15, 2015

Getaway to the Island of Koh Samui

White sandy beaches

Ocean scents dissolve anchors wrapped around our necks

We pledge to remove all time pieces

And let the days drip slowly by

 

Walks down sleepy dirt roads

An outdoor make-shift restaurant of sorts, finds us

We peruse the catch of the day

From long wooden carts lined with freshly caught fish resting on ice

So simple to point and choose

Open fire cooking emits wonderful sounds off a hot pan

We smell the sizzling aroma while we wait

Our mouths drip with anticipation

 

Morning sunrises

Dusk sunsets

What falls in between so lighthearted, not bonded by time

Creating memories not in high definition

Grainy 8 millimeter movies without sound etched in our heads

Freedom defined by silent smiles of the cast

Reel to reel, bookended by the orange sun

That signal the scene’s beginning and end

 

We know the movie cannot last forever

Eventually our watches will return to our wrists

Transported back to a world obsessed with time

But not now; now is for white sandy beaches, ocean breezes

A collection of orange sunsets to remember the beauty of our youth

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Originally posted August 25, 2015