woke up,
stitched up;
something growing
deep within
inside /
outside
what strange hell
is this?
what's this box i
built within my brain:
old ideas keeping
out the light
i read a story,
made a movie --
all within my mind,
but something grew out
that i couldn't comprehend
sunlight breaks into the forest -- not favoring the tranquil yogi.
the world we see is framed and bounded. what lies beyond?
the autumn woods - leafless & grass matted - is rife with life, unseen
the season is here, and everyone seeks the transcendent mango.
The palace now houses a Gandhi museum focusing on the lives and independence work of Mahatma and Kasturba Gandhi, and houses a memorial to the Mahatma, Kasturba, and Mahadev Desai (the latter two died while imprisoned here.)
when you’re the family
go-getter, and yet you’re
a zoned-out mess.
winter landscape
of barren trees & dry grass
warmed by a low sun
Tiger Riding for Beginners 