(For my daughter Sara)
Rice grows
in water from the river.
We both sweat
in the summer sun.
The peace of this place
will capture you.
I think of Buddhist sand paintings
disappearing with the wind.
Alan
Happy New Year! Check out my first kiss of the year here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeqzVO2I5o8
Tonight is New Year’s Eve, when we celebrate out with the old. Good riddance, I say. The coming New Year has all the promise which we could possibly desire – we can lose weight, save money, and improve our relationships. When was the last time we had that golden opportunity?
I remember. It was about a year ago when I viewed the first sunrise of 2013. Funny how each year gets old, just like we do. How can we ensure that twelve months from now 2014 will not join that awful 2013 in the dustbin of our mind?
First, practice laughing at yourself.
Read MoreThe motorbike putt putts,
diminishing in the afternoon.
The woman sings
from the comfort of a radio.
The ship turns slowly,
slowly on the tide.
All is well.
All is always, always well.
