Is to see the unimaginable
To experience the unknown
And, most profound of all
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world
To touch
And be touched
By people
I may never see again
But who will forever
Change my world
Weakened sun
Weakened lungs
Weakened resolve
Beauty and ugliness
Joy and hardship
Kindness and predation
This land of extremes
This country of paradox
Creating beauty from ugliness
Ganga, take me down
Down to distant sea
Where I become the drop
Which is, itself, the sea
And learn eternal peace
In oneness with the One
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small
Here and there, now and again
Exploration yields discovery
Not of a new world
But a new way of seeing
Physical
Geographical
Emotional
Intellectual
Personal
Romantic
And every time
Find something new
Some original way to see
Some valuable insight
I seek the frame
In which destruction’s beauty
Can be seen
I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it