Circling Mount Kailash
ii.
(Another day in the rocks.)
Maybe I did read all these pages before!
Didn’t mark my spot yesterday.
Thought by now I was into fresh clear words again.
But then, there’s a passage I know I read last day.
Lost in tattered breeze like colored flags.
Wanted to underline in ink, but didn’t.
A hardbound book – is that my rule? Only paperbacks?
But it’s not about preserving paper, it’s about
retaining the track. Understanding wants to fill the bowl.
A better student I imagine possible, need to be.
Here’s my pen. Here’s my hand. Eyes to see.
Easy to fall asleep on the freeway driving home.
It could end (tear, wither the bloom) just like that!
You don’t have to fall off a mountain to loose your place.
Any ravine will do, especially an idyl thought.
Following is not a passive path.
neil reid © september 2010
Suppose like real life, doubts, stubbed toes, plenty of rocks and what to do? Exclude nothing, no editing what lands in my hand. Landslides do happen. Observe how life moves, unexpectedly.
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