Held

As I sit alone
In silence, the gathering
dusk, holds thoughts in place

Summer thoughts

Quiet afternoons
thoughts of you come unbidden
I breathe through each one

My students' gift

In teaching you how
to write haiku, I also
freed my soul some more

Writing lesson

Just learning to write,
I love the imagery,
that brevity brings

Shhh

Sitting in silence
I see that there is much more
than what I perceive

Islands

I have been back since Sunday and life goes on. The silence and peace of Dhamma Torana is a thing of the past and that is as it should be. Before I pay my dues through performing my duties, I cannot think about going back to silence and being that other person.

Life comes knocking every minute of my wakeful hours: lunch to pack for the child who wakes oh-so-early to volunteer, pack a snack for the personal trainer ( aka my 13 year old son) who patiently sits through my morning chores until we walk in through the doors of GoodLife, toothpaste to buy, burgers to grill, onions to slice.

And I am typing with my left hand as Ashray is cuddled on my right shoulder. Soon he will be 14. And off to highschool, and so on.

Until then I am here, breathing.

Anichcha.

Me

I have always had this visual

of myself as a wheel
with many spokes
and each one is
a set of needs and
it is okay to
have many of those

for years, I was tired
of being asked to explain

why I need to write,
or listen to music when I cook
or walk in the rain
or hug the kids to bits everytime I see them
or kiss the cat on her soft head

I did not explain it
I just smiled and
connected with my journey
and lived my life

therefore I am the enigma
I do not explain you see

and I do not seek to
solve the questions
that arise in your mind