Remember how we forgot?
Once upon a time, we were young
Our dreams hung like apples
Waiting to be picked and peeled
And hope was something needing
to be reeled-in
So we can fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away
And proudly say that “this time, impossible is not an option”
Because success is so akin to effort and opportunity they could be related
So we took ‘Chances’
We figure skated on thin ice
Believed that each slice of life was served with something sweet
on the side
And failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried
That in the war against frailty
We supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals the parents of ‘Possibility’
And we believe ourselves to be members of this family
Not just one branch on one tree
But a forest whose roots make up a dynasty …
December 2015 – Death Valley, Eastern California, USA.
You are such a potent wine, my friend.
To escape your withdrawal effects,
tomorrow I will drink in excess.
I was a harp you immaculately
plucked at will.
Your score, the nightingale song within
notes composed to imprison
and bear me wings.
Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!
I am now beyond parched.
My strings left untouched.
You are no longer an oasis, my friend,
but a mirage soon coming to an end.
They say no land remains to be discovered,
no continent is left unexplored.
But the whole world is out there, waiting, just waiting for me.
I want to do things
— I want to walk the rain-soaked streets of London, and drink mint tea in Casablanca.
I want to wander the wastelands of the Gobi desert and see a yak.
I think my life’s ambition is to see a yak.
I want to bargain for trinkets in an Arab market in some distant, dusty land. There’s so much.
But, most of all,
I want to do things that will mean something.
March 2014 – Bali, Indonesia.
“Scars are simply modern battle wounds.
Sometimes the enemy happens to be inside us.”
In a perfect world up there, my surgeon would be out of job !
Meanwhile on the earth, he will try to get the enemy out from me.
From the week onward, wait till my return — all my lovely bloggers !
Thank you for sparing me a thought in your prayers.
Slow down, take time
He’d reveal what’s to come
The thoughts in His mind
Always higher than mine
He’ll reveal all to come
Take courage my heart
Stay steadfast my soul
He’s in the waiting;
Hold onto your hope
As your triumph unfolds
He’s never failing;
Sing praise my soul
Find strength in joy
Let His Words lead you on
Do not forget His great faithfulness
He’ll finish all He’s begun …
March 2018 – Tokyo, Japan.
We swung over the hills and over the town and back again,
and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft can be master of an element.
I saw the alchemy of perspective reduce my world, and all my other life,
to grains in a cup.
I learned to watch, to put my trust in other hands than mine.
And I learned to wander.
I learned what every dreaming child needs to know — that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it.
September 2018 – Up above the 36,000 ft.