25 January 2022
Sitting here with the same wind
The wind is always the same
as in the same source
I think? The wind is the wind is the wind
Unless the wind is no longer the wind from the past
Instead it is the wind from increasingly volatile
currents
from something bizarre happening that I - we don’t know about
I’m thinking about the time I felt the wind on my face while sitting in front of bamboos
I laid on the grass without thinking much
Just knowing my body needed the ground
Now, my mind is on a different ground.
I want to lie down but my mat is too small. I’m not comfortable lying directly on the grass.
The mind I had that day, pushed my body to the ground.
I wonder why I have those minds from time to time.
I wonder why is my mind the way it is right now. How does it change? How do I not feel the change but suddenly am in a changed mind?
The hair on my face
Like the leaves on a palm tree
The wind creating a hairless face haha
For both the palm tree and I
We are all standing (while I’m sitting) and the wind blows against us.
A poem I wrote on 31 October 2021 - When I write, I don't think of them as poems. But sharing it, they do look like they would be recognised as poems.
The bamboo leaves
They fly
Flutter
As I looked to them
Asking for help
The wind blows
And the bamboo leaves seem to be green butterflies fluttering for me
No
The bamboo leaves move with the wind for me
Their movements take my mind off my thoughts
Their movements calls for my attention
As I focus
The leaves, some moving
No wind (the wind stops)
Only the sound of crickets
Like a still painting of leaves
They were still - like me
They were still - but out of peace and calmness
Unlike me - I was still but I was frozen
Still because I was thinking of taking off, my body doesn’t move
The bamboo leaves called for me
I sat far
away
The wind blew me
Towards the leaves
fluttering
Like saying hello
All saying hello at the same time
Asking me to go over
Now I’m still
I’m still like the bamboo leaves
I walked
I was peaceful enough to walk with a clear head
I realised I was where I was when I saw the bamboo leaves calling for me
There are bamboo leaves here too
I realised
My eyes weren’t seeing then
The bamboo leaves are telling me to go home