Outward and Inward Journeys
A misty noon in a café on the narrow road overlooking
rice terraces in the mountains of Luzon, I’m awed
by the grandeur of nature worked by man.
A frosty day in a diminutive tea house gazing at
a peaceful garden of moss and rocks in Kyoto, I sit
stunned by the bitter tea, peace and artistry.
A sandy haze at ancient engraved stone stelae
and ruins of dam at arid Marib, I’m enthralled
by the sweep from time immemorial to now.
Quiet days now - I’m entranced, both recalling
those outward journeys and looking
toward inward journeys and enlightenment.
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