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Tag Archives: relaxing
Back when nature was pristine
Little house on the prairie kind of life
I want a little house on the prairie kind of life where I carry a pail of water for washing clothes and day dream about a boy down the hill
Marvelous rooster
Some Friday nights
She was a beautiful baby calf
They put kohl under their eyes against glare
RamSita
The rolling of oranges
जूनकिरी, junekiri, June bug, lightning bug, firefly
I really don’t care
How do I make myself care more, just how?
When I pissed myself in China
No, it’s not something that I’m proud of; it never is, but some moments are so effing awkward, traumatic, yet thrilling that I have to write about it. The smell of sweat when you’re traveling alone for two straight days; running about here and there, trying to figure shit out while you follow rules lessContinue reading “When I pissed myself in China”
Lowlands that stay flat
Lowlands that stay flat and go nowhere Fields of yellow grain that flood with shallow, sparkling waters Feelings that linger, barely touching Dreams, like transparent images Inconceivable echos surround And I just cannot Seem to exist in your world
Changed caterpillar
Faraway eyes
Desolate roads
Vegetable seller
When I was a kid, I reclined near the balcony door under the sunlight and overheard the veggie seller shout out vegetables he was selling for the day. Such a lively thing it was; the crows were crowing… the birds were chirping, dogs barking, music playing, people talking, cars honking, kids yelling, bells ringing, whistlesContinue reading “Vegetable seller”
Zoning out as usual
After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.
Can’t go to sleep
Alright, let’s do some midnight yoga …or draw ourselves doing midnight yoga
Presence; butterflies, bees, bugs all over plants
I could, in the night
I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verseContinue reading “I could, in the night”
Finding life in the cracks
Stomping on spongy tree stumps
Baked skin and olive green
Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place
Samasya Tapasya 