Winter lingers in South Orange
I walk to the station
take the train
past Newark...
and into New York City
I visit my accountant friend Eddie
for dimsum with his ladies
I see my lawyer friend Wade
meet former Rato monks and friends
then back to New Jersey
where Buddy awaits
The sun rises
and flowers bloom
Cooking is over
I have my soup
then go for a walk
I visit the geese
it snows
the party is over
the pond is frozen
the road has cracked
it's cold
yet life goes on
Buddy bears witness
then returns to prayer
as the world joyfully barrels downward
Goodbye Delhi
Hello Rome
On to South Orange
where Buddy awaits
He has a girlfriend next door
I go for walks
enjoy the elements
crisp, cool
and undulating
The weather changes
casting a magic spell
Winter is here
Happy New Year
To Ahmedabad in search of emptiness
An empty house
with apples that lack appleness
a slide into emptiness?
a step into emptiness?
an empty room?
What is this kitchen empty of?
independent kitchenness?
Is bathroom just a name
we call a room in which we bathe?
Is beauty merely in the beholder’s eye?
Some are oblivious to it
while others delight
does it depend on maintenance?
or does it exist inherently?
evident among its parts?
even to our friends?