At times of impatience
Of diligence lacking
Decisive moments
Reminded of the virtues:
Steadfast focus
Attention to detail
And a good tripod
Reminded of the virtues:
Steadfast focus
Attention to detail
And a good tripod
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
Until
Somehow
We learn to forget
We’re children
But it was not until
I met the Buddha on the road
That I began to heal
In a city of
Greys and dust
And muted blues
A young smile
Comes to me
“Take my picture”
She says
Then stands there
Happy and poised
In vivid red
An anachronism
A paradox
To a Westerner
Like me
I take a breath, breathing in the magical divinity of existence