The Outsider

Green outside my bed. I frequently watch the tree grows through my netted window lying in my bed.

On the river

People bathing just now.

On the river

I am now on the River Ganga. A boat man driving his boat. People are bathing. It is just nine fifty in the morning.

Autumn

I wake up this morning when the sun was about two hours old and went to my garden, where vivid trees arrays to greet one welcome. My attention goes to a young tree, with its leafs - red within its green and reddish stem. Suddenly I recall the sweet poem read last night by the American poet Stacy Smith : "Autumn is the time when leaves fall to the ground. A whispering wind can be heard from all around. The many shades of green change to shades of red and gold. It helps to prepare us for the upcoming cold. The campers try to enjoy their last camping trip of the year, for they know the warm weather will soon disappear. It is a time when families come together and enjoy a long trail, and admire the beautiful colors, some bright and some pale, when the leaves are on the ground parents rake them in a pile. Then children jump in it and play with a smile....... Autumn is reminder that another year soon will end, cherish this lovely season and make it your friend." -Stacy Smith © 2000

Shadow

It wasn't in me

"it wasn't in me. It came and went. I wanted to hold it. But the wine held it. (I don't know anymore what it was.) Then he held this out to me, then that, until I gave myself over to him completely. Stupid ass that I am." - R M Rilke. Would you like to comment?

What is this...

"Ah, what is this a pretty ball; red and round like an overall. Nice, that you made it. Will it come when one calls?" - R M Rilke. would you like to comment.

Sunset

Its time to return home.

Clouds again

The morn was cool. But now its sunshine and rather hot. When i reach ferry, see the clouds again.

Close to evening

Close to evening. Overcast. Drizzle. Returning nest.