Finding NowPosted: August 27, 2012 Filed under: buddhism, places, poetry, time, space, writing 3 Comments
Well, yes – exactly – that is the problem.
All travelers experience it
at each step on the Way. Is it
here, there, up, down,
backwards, forwards, all around,
or somewhere else? How are we to know,
if it doesn’t tell us so?
We all have our maps, but they are the
artifacts rubbing our noses in it.
My worn map I drew myself. I traced
a line from Birchman Street in Fort Worth
through dark caves as a Boy Scout, to Saigon
(and flowing dresses) to Ubon and
Thailand’s temples to Third Street in Denton –
a college town – to Dallas (there’s the dead president)
to Arlington to Thailand again and Laddawan – to Denton
(the college town again) to Waco – a crazy town –
to Alpine and the airy Big Bend where I met and lost
so many friends, to here and now in Chiang Mai.
Ok, just breathe deep and let go.
That’s as close as I can get to it.
I love this poem. I’m back working at the Writing Center at University of Houston Clear Lake. Being here makes me think of you.
“It is far more desirable to be guided by hope than driven by fear.”
Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2012 02:02:03 +0000 To: email@example.com
No, I think you’re there, you found it.
Beautiful fragrance in the still air-
Thanks for sharing.