Chiffonesque

Caves and mountains and far off retreats Or in caverns where stillness gets shored But amazing how easily I’d found that peace At Juhu Beach, on Carter Road

I had a little bit of a health scare some time ago. That has led to some thinking - some deep thinking, really, on what is important and why, etc. Perhaps it's the usual kitty that one rummages through at the prospect of sudden illness or death. Not that I am dying (eventually I will, of course, but not right away), but unsuspecting health issues cause one to stop and smell the roses. Or at least pick out whichever flowers one wants for the funeral. (I'm thinking something bright yellow and soft pink - like a baby's smile and fingers and toes.) Long time ago, I read a study that indicated that the term 'heartbreak' was more literal than figurative. If one has not dealt with 'blows' well enough, apparently, the pain weakens the arterial walls or something. Those walls, in time, crumble. Now, I am not sure about the heartbreak, but I've started feeling a sharp sense of loss when Ma leaves my house to return to Mumbai. She was here with me for a few da...

...like the  soft, wild child soul that gets together bits of sounds and words, tears and sighs from the tips of waves and the crests of skies...and makes it poetry. Today the moon was like that.