Musing

The meandering road I have traveled so far, in and out of so many worlds, both physical and esoteric is behind me, slowly receding, fading, disappearing. And lo, just a dot now,  packed with infinity; a blackhole of possibilities bracketed within innumerable ifs and thens. 

The path ahead goes through dappled woods. Tangled with birdsongs and fallen leaves, an earthy whiff  of simultaneous dying and rejuvenation pervades the air. Intoxicating is this intermingling of organic decay and invincible  life sources. I stop and inhale the sudden flight of a purple sunbird: its young  shadow toppling through the shivering branches of naked trees, laughing. 

There is no defeat here, nor victory. Only a sense of being, going, of breathing and listening to the footfalls of a soul paused ever so sweetly in this moment.

The television nextdoor spitting out the results of  U.S. mid-term elections which swallowed up 17 billion dollars have no reality here, nor relevance...this is priceless and eternal.

Comments

Lisa p2020 said…
I can picture you on that path -- I have walked that path with you in the woods of Alaska -- and it is a priceless memory. Stay on the path, or bust out of it into the wilds, or follow it down some lane, then road, then highway. Your journey is a work of art. Hugs and misses.
November 10, 2022 at 7:10 PM
Unknown said…
Your writing style is so beautiful. It makes me wish to accompany you on your walks as I have at least one done near your cabin in Alaska. I also wish for your loving and friendly company in my life. Gratefully, love is time- and space-less.
November 10, 2022 at 8:14 PM
Lia said…
A snapshot of travel - not good, not bad - just being.
Thank you for this blogpost.
November 11, 2022 at 6:10 PM
Ray said…
Very well written and expressed Seema. Truly poetic!
November 11, 2022 at 6:53 PM
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