New Noticing a tanka sequence (rensaku) Big change no—giant adjustment Now a cane I watch every step asphalt instead of sky Slender cracks where sturdy plants flourish dismissed as weeds yet color flares in crevices crimson nasturtium surprise Pine twigs cast dry from a cluster of trees gather on concrete needles in unexpected patterns fish out my camera, take my time
Seeing you walk with a cane now hurts the heart, Didi, but your eyes still find the hidden flowers in the pavement cracks. Even through these hard times and looking after everything at home, your spirit stays so strong. Please take care of your health.Pranam,Choti Bhai ❤️
Thank you, Didi. Your words give me a lot of strength. My heart is also a bit heavy today because my Bado Mamima passed away yesterday in Tennessee. It is difficult when family leaves us from so far away. I know your pen will never lose its power, no matter how hard the path becomes. Please take your time and rest well.
Beauty above, beauty below. The seeing is all -
Exactly. Thank you, Mare.
Seeing you walk with a cane now hurts the heart, Didi, but your eyes still find the hidden flowers in the pavement cracks. Even through these hard times and looking after everything at home, your spirit stays so strong. Please take care of your health.Pranam,Choti Bhai ❤️
Bless you for your kindness, Choti Bhai. I intend to find my way through this back to quality in my creative life, somehow.
Thank you, Didi. Your words give me a lot of strength. My heart is also a bit heavy today because my Bado Mamima passed away yesterday in Tennessee. It is difficult when family leaves us from so far away. I know your pen will never lose its power, no matter how hard the path becomes. Please take your time and rest well.
Pranam, Choti Bhai ❤️
Choti Bhai, I am very sorry for your loss--and yes, so far away makes it especially hard. May your heart soften and lighten over time!
Your Didi
Thank you for your blessings, Didi. Your words bring comfort to my heavy heart. Please take care of your health.Pranam,Choti Bhai
the good eye, chogyam trungpa called it. the eye of contemplation...
That eye, yes.
And I love seeing your poems in the new Fresh Rain!
Wonderful, every line, from the title through the powerful first stanza to that last, satisfying image:
"fish out my camera, take my time"
I also love the line (and the nice metaphor): "sturdy plants dismissed as weeds"
So well done, Amrita!
Thank you, Jan!