Pulling off onto Holiday Hill…
Looking for sophistication…still.
What to find without pills for the mind?
Bald mountains with white caps.
Shuttered Mom and Pop motels afraid of winter’s snow.
Deadpan trail cops, uncertain with authority.
Cabins for the fancy people.
Camps for the basics.
Time flies by on the tails of…risk-taking fowl.
Oh, memory be kind.
Now that I give myself away.
As the world turns, and, truth unfolds itself.
A fading light decorates all souls.
There sits summer’s blossom running on empty.
And, twilight’s mum, basks in the glow.
The further away I get from the stagnation.
The more at ease I feel.
Yet, an inquiry begging me.
How far does the embattled flee.
There is nothing poetic to be said, about mid winter’s thaw.
The lurking of a musky past.
Pungent and raw.
Abandonment coming in lanky, sodden trials and tribulations.
Walks pardoning deliberate, devastation.
Renewed faith in the substance of letting go
A once in a lifetime decision to remain frozen…
would allow the dirty to decay.
My thoughts crippled in the mud of old snow.
My stride enlightened
The further the distance between
It is told that the Laughing Buddha, Budai, would travel from town to village, embracing the joy of the stars. And, in fact, the happiness that can be found in the universe.
…When a monk asked for further clarification on how to achieve Nirvana the monk Budai simply picked up his sack and walked into the forest – this was his answer for the novice monk.
Today, I chose Budai!