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Extreme to the next

As the cold air brushes past my neck I think and worry Of all the hearts frozen shut. When my breath runs short from running with dogs My eyes close in fear of suffocation. The times my stomach feels out of sorts. I shudder and quake At the mere thought of dysentery. If I wake up with a headache and forget a word I shake my head at the idea of losing it.

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Chappy

The dawn has reached it’s zenith.

The point in between.

The trees criss-cross in a fine and unknowable pattern.

Through them, I spot a white dot.

The far out patterns of the tall logs, don’t obscure it.

Speeding through the morning air, dodging sticks and brambles.

The white dot, exudes reckless and playful energy.

Determined as nature and it’s laws.

as if nothing is…

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Morning

As the stars give way to the sun, Black to blue, orange clouds floating. The aura of sounds seem stronger The ghost of a stream reverberates through Water gushing, wind gliding seamlessly past

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Shadows

See the shadows,

See them float,

They glide over life,

as our definer.

Beautiful and unreal.

Light and absence.

Our perceptive diety.

Our true god.

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Pretend like it’s an ode to the past and its findings, like a celebration of the hearts of us as they, we each and them wring out the last bits of creativity from each artery on its way in and then out. Pumping whatever we know out! And into whatever we know like a cycle of effervescent purity, like the last drop of something you know you need.

You just want a sip, to feel that burst of…

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hazy backyard philosophy

Trying to rhyme, head full of smoke. a rock carved heart is better than what I wrote. More creative, far more love, something like that is what takes me above. It’s what I gave my world. Here’s what I gave my paper, Gone in the wind, breath like smoke. life is for real, the sun is our yoke. Never really free, Our world is our master. Folks like you and me, belong with the pastor. Behind the veil we are…

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Smile

Hey, good morning and just like that, There’s a smile in your stomach. You can feel the dimples and the creases, The lips curling upwards in a cheeky grin. Your eyes squinting, Your joyful heart trying to keep up, getting stopped and started, by what feels like laughter. You can feel it in your body, in your arms and legs, just one big smile.

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A slice of india

As I sit here,

Sound pervades, a jazz flute,

hitting sweet notes, here in India,

Who would have thought it.

Divya the matriarch, is busy with lunch,

I got a hunch, that with love,

there’s no such thing as too much.

Noni the boy, mixes milk for Lalu the red dog,

and I’m alone, the good kind that brings real joy

The joy that sits at the top of your stomach where the breath tickles.

The place where…

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questions

Make a statement,

to what point? Something like – There’s always a bigger hill to sit on. Isn’t that a waste? I mean, for the smaller hill? Or is appreciation for the smaller hill implied? What if the smaller hill was more comfortable? I suppose it would be for the one who was not ready, for the bigger hill.

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Wonder, if! How? Do!

Eventually these pages will be full

and then what will be left of me?

What bother do I have wondering?

How pretentious…

I wonder if I can eat a whole cake,

Fit a whole pool ball in my mouth,

I wonder if I can build a tower out of these rocks…

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Wet water, clear skies

Who enjoys the sun as much as the tempest, Reaps all the blessings of life.

I sat, and just sat, I was doing well, being. A rain drop met me, On my hand, The skies were clearer than my mind.

The rain drop was visceral, I felt its touch, It’s weight. It burned in a way cold water does on hot skin. It came from air.

I had stopped, It said go.

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Neelkanth

I had walked half way up a mountain 6 KMs from Tapovan, near Laxman Jhula, I was searching for Neelkanth, a tree that a god had sat for 8000 years dispersing a poison it swallowed for the sake of the world.

First I walked through rishikesh, whimpering in its sleep at 5am, not awake but restless for the day. Crossing the radiant bridge not a soul but a dog made a whisper as it walked on the…

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The donkey, the calf and the pups

He clopped along, head long, raggedy brown coat with bits missing around the top of the shoulder blades.

Searching for food, scrounging for each skerick. A dog barks and a man waves a broom at the donkey, merely as a joke. The foreigner doesn’t get it. The man beckons the foreigner to disregard his actions, the dog barks again.

Later the foreigner runs into the donkey, the lulling donkey,…

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Celebration

Goodness gracious, I’ve wished for momentum in so many words.

Though I can’t describe my life fantastically by outlining the brilliance of human connexions like our friend Kerouac would.

So isolated.

Instead I wished for momentum and worked for it and to be rewarded is grand.

I now have the ability to travel 800 and something kilometres an hour

Can. You. Believe. It??

Right…