DAILY PHOTO: Courtesan’s Walk, Hampi
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Category Archives: outdoors
Nowhere Station [Haibun]
The tawny landscape was tinged with the green that landlubbers take on in rolling seas or flatlanders show on a high mountain pass. The world looked like it was being viewed through shooter's glasses -- except for the azure infinity overhead that was unafflicted by sickly hues. Railroad tracks arced the length of the valley and it was a long valley - so long the tracks almost looked line like. The lack of other signs of humanity might have led one to believe it was the train to nowhere, but there was a solitary station in the middle of the valley and there can't be a station in the middle of nowhere on the way to nowhere. Or, can there be? Maybe, nowhere is like infinity, existing in larger and smaller degrees. a single building and a long covered platform, but just i, waiting
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DAILY PHOTO: Machu Picchu in the Distance
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DAILY PHOTO: Botswanan Bee-eater on a Branch
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Great Egret [Haibun]
The egret stands on stiff, still legs. By contrast, its neck is coiled into a sinuous strike position. For a long time, only its eyes move, saccading in time with the darting prey below the water's mirrored surface. The egret plays shrub, hoping to lure tiny fish into its shadow, within striking distance of its flexible neck. the egret stands, moving only its eyes... then spears water
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Falling Leaf [Free Verse]
A falling leaf is my teacher. It craves nothing. It fears nothing. It surrenders itself, but does not submit. It will not be hemmed in for long, for its patience is infinite.
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DAILY PHOTO: Standing at the Parapet Wall, Nandi Hills
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Chennai Limerick
"How big 's the beach?" asked a tourist in Chennai "the beach is half-a-klick," came the reply. "No, he's got it wrong; it's six K. M. long, but it is almost half a klick wide!"
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Walking [Common Meter]
The columns of the forest lift the vaulted canopy. I walk down below on the trail that parts understory. Each step through the loam brings me home to barefoot days of yore. When I thought nothing of placing skin to the forest floor -- while letting the woods become me as I grew into it; I would yield my identity. To nature, I'd submit. And in a walk, I did become everything and nothing, falling into a peace at once humbling and stunning.
