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SNOWModerator please help! need buses timetable if any for Saint jean pied de port to Roncesvalles in may 2023. cant seem to connect with any and yes I do know its seasonal. Thanks
Samarkand.
KEEP ON TRUCKINSNOW
A myriad of flakes and sleet
swirl
as if to remind Spring
of an older time
Are these old souls
of The Ice
come back
to the land that once
was theirs
and that this
should not be forgotten
The Bear knows
as we become foolish
with this
His Earth
and
our lifeboat
in space.
Walk soft
stay safe
and as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
KEEP ON TRUCKIN
Dreich
the days
and nights grasp my feet
with icy fingers
I switch
to my heaviest duvet
wear a nightshirt
but still come morn
my body clock demands
I recognise the dawn
So up
coffee
check the weather
same as bloody usual
so I pray the buses will run on time
for I am too old
to loiter at stops
when schedules go to hell
and defiantly I give away
my beanie
and tell my skull
"Warm up!
or else you get shaved! "
My toes are cosy
in my boots
so tonight
I'll wear my welly boot sox for bed sox
and keep the sleeping bag
to hand
lest I
an elder
go a Camino in my mind
and search
for
Bobo land.
Walk soft
sleep tight
Samarkand.
THE BOBO LANDS
Beloved of childhood myth
and fable
there are no maps
or signposts:
each must make his own
and find it
at the end of every day
when weary
and need of bed.
Oft too exhausted
to sleep
and conscious
of the sounds and smells
of a crowded albergue at night.
Best not to search too hard
lest on awakening
a weariness stays with you
but be as a child again
and Camino
will enfold you
with a memory
and daybreak find you
still a seeker
of High Heart
and
Sure Foot.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
TRIALS
rushed to hospital Saturday
lung infection
queries about my kidneys
blood levels
medication supplied
Monday
notification
I have Covid 19
self isolate for 4 days
Fer Crissake I live alone
I naturally self isolate!
Good neighbour will shop etc
am I down?
nope
just getting more bloody minded
Flight is booked to Bordeaux
2 May
I hope to be on it
So fans and fellow pilgrims
light a few candles please
and say a few words
on my behalf
Mucho gracias
Samarkand
CYCLETHE SHOW GOES ON
A late evening sun
like
a wayward super trouper
breaks the misting rain
into
a million points of light
dancing
o'er the green of park
as if
to prepare the scene
for when
migrating Swifts
send forth a scout
to see
if I am heart-ready
for Camino.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
Why did I post this? When I read this out loud, almost every time, I get tears in my eyes....even as I write this to you!Why do I deal with the dry dust in my mouth,the mud on my aching feet,the lashing rain and the glaring sun on my skin?Because of the beautiful towns?Because of the churches?Because of the food? Because of the wine?No.....Because I was summoned!
EASTERWhy did I post this? When I read this out loud, almost every time, I get tears in my eyes....even as I write this to you!
Just incredibly fortunate to grasp this opportunity! So so so grateful to God!
Blessings!
gary
EASTER
The Fields of Flame
echo
to the thunder
of The Fire Horse
on golden hooves
as an old and ancient Power
calls
with messages
of Peace
whilst Warlords
deafen
with clamour of arms
as they seek better and better ways
to destroy
rather
than to build.
Walk soft
and stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
A KINDNESS OF STRANGERS II
Saint Jean pied de Port
back again after many years
I light my candles
in the church
after my first Camino
of many years ago
and touch the stones
remembering the steps
I fell down
when feeling very virtuous!
Now
my lungs
heart
and failing balance
cause me problems.
I fall
often
but Camino
and the kindness of strangers
pick me up
again.
The sun is good
on my face
And Saint Jean
seems to open up
where previously
I remember narrow streets.
Perhaps
my own narrowness of spirit
needed this so badly
and I look forward
to the morrow
and the bus to Roncesvalles.
No great walking now
but Dot and I
will do what we can.
Already
she opens my eyes
and heart
to the joy of being a newbie
and my soul laughs
for there is only this nowness
and oneness
as the Mantle
falls around me.
Walk soft
stay safe
and as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
4 May 2023.
A KINDNESS OF STRANGERS II
Saint Jean pied de Port
back again after many years
I light my candles
in the church
after my first Camino
of many years ago
and touch the stones
remembering the steps
I fell down
when feeling very virtuous!
Now
my lungs
heart
and failing balance
cause me problems.
I fall
often
but Camino
and the kindness of strangers
pick me up
again.
The sun is good
on my face
And Saint Jean
seems to open up
where previously
I remember narrow streets.
Perhaps
my own narrowness of spirit
needed this so badly
and I look forward
to the morrow
and the bus to Roncesvalles.
No great walking now
but Dot and I
will do what we can.
Already
she opens my eyes
and heart
to the joy of being a newbie
and my soul laughs
for there is only this nowness
and oneness
as the Mantle
falls around me.
Walk soft
stay safe
and as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
4 May 2023.
A KINDNESS OF STRANGERS II
Saint Jean pied de Port
back again after many years
I light my candles
in the church
after my first Camino
of many years ago
and touch the stones
remembering the steps
I fell down
when feeling very virtuous!
Now
my lungs
heart
and failing balance
cause me problems.
I fall
often
but Camino
and the kindness of strangers
pick me up
again.
The sun is good
on my face
And Saint Jean
seems to open up
where previously
I remember narrow streets.
Perhaps
my own narrowness of spirit
needed this so badly
and I look forward
to the morrow
and the bus to Roncesvalles.
No great walking now
but Dot and I
will do what we can.
Already
she opens my eyes
and heart
to the joy of being a newbie
and my soul laughs
for there is only this nowness
and oneness
as the Mantle
falls around me.
Walk soft
stay safe
and as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
4 May 2023.
ODE TO A BONY BUMSAMOS
and the sound of of water
as I throw silver
to the river:
my old Runic ring
which has lost
the little plate
with insignia.
Even the Ring itself
is a broken circle.
I whisper my thanks
to the murmuring stream
for it's music
and the lessons
the Ring and Runes
have taught me;
now engraved on my soul.
The Ring now lies
upon stones
and marks a place
of peace
where I walked a path
of serenity
with my love
bathed in Quiet.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
samarkand.
ODE TO A BONY BUM
An acquisition of age
unwanted
I have nothing soft to sit on
and needs must use
a little
inflatable cushion
donated to me by
a pretty American lady
after much banter
and cheek
( for my cheeks to rest on)
Now
it is a must- have
in my ruck.
Oh! Bliss
Oh! Joy
Hard bus seats
park benches
and wooden seats
in Spanish restaurants
are now sneered at
or should that be farted?
I have
as an elder
grown another and thicker hide
and care not
what others think
as I watch fellow travellers
on cheap airlines
likewise cushion
their weary arse
for lean and mean
I may be
in fashion terms
but in harsh reality
I know
I just have
a
bony bum!
Samarkand
CHANGING COLOURS
A flicker of wings
in the blue
of dawn
and my swifts
are gone
high
for their repast
leaving me
to dine
on dreams
and a menu
of yesterdays.
It will be hot
today
and my beach at Finisterre
will be empty
of me
and my love
but full of tourists
and pilgrims
jostling for space
in the race
to change the colour of
their skin
to a hue once regarded
as that of workers
in the fields.
Now
a badge of those
with time to spare
and money to travel.
Walk soft
I say
for the rip-tides
ae not choosy
and will take all offerings.
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand
t
OLDNESSDRAWING LINES
A Sky
full of vapour trails
as Man
vaunts his passage
with smoke
and sound
as my Swifts
carve the evening
in a silence
beautiful
and
more lasting.
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
OLDNESS
Warm
is the park
with trees quiet
in the late afternoon
reflective sentinels in rows.
I join them
looking down a line
to their past
and wonder
how green must be
their memories
even when shed
with no regret
for deeper still
the knowledge in their roots.
But not far off
the ocean
with a greater store
in every drop
of ebb and flow
that gives and takes
like life and death
itself.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
'47DUSK
and the feathered shooting-stars
rocket past my window
Swifts
youngsters
teasing clouds
and tree-tops
like mischievous teens
stopping out late!
I love them
storing the memory
like a good red wine
against autumn
and the leaving time
until their return
and I
leave for Spain.
" Vaya
con Dios"
We whisper to each other
as we pass
" Vaya
con Dios"
Walk soft
Stay safe
Samarkand.
A BRIDGE ?'47
'47
Black '47
No
Not the AK
But
black '47
A year of The hunger
potato famine
Death
Terror
Exile
Ireland's soul
soaked in the blood
of her people
Evictions
The Work House
Coffin Ships
Land Clearance
and later
songs
when we had
to leave
our shores
unable to pay the rent
to absentee landlords
for the land that was ours
'47
A scar across the heart
amidst the smell
of a dying people
and a rotting crop
if crop
there was
for the crop of our masters
never left our backs
and this
is not forgotten
for even the stones
still lament
'47
'47.
Walk softly
and
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
Buen camino to you Samarkand
I love the way you spirit us up into the sky / your love of nature is heartfilling
FOR THOSE WHO WAIT
..................................................
by Prison Gates
Hospital beds
Funeral Parlours
Compostelas?
I see your
tears
feel your pain
when silent phones
are louder
than church bells
in the saw edged hells
of loneliness
midst the thunder
and the rain
of distance
from
a loved one.
Bright the sky
but high the wind
and I
am as a leaf
gone from the tree
without you.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
MID SUMMERDARKNESS
Darkness
is but the backing
to the mirror
of light
and dawn awakes
no matter what
the night
to free the soul
and set the feet
aright
upon
The Way.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
AND GENTLY TURNSMID SUMMER
And still the Swifts
of High July
summon dawns
to greet me
and fill the day
ere the Gulls of night
go homeward bound
to Sea
by the light
0f Slivered Moon
fore sleepy stars
awake
to glimmer
in the dark
as August
in her autumn clothes
awaits
to beckon south
My fliers
and begin again
the cycle.
Walk soft
say safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
AIAND GENTLY TURNS
THE PAGE
...............................
and lines of clouds
in pink of sunset
strut
flamingo style
across the evening sky
They
own the stage now
for Swifts
have left
and wild geese
yet
to come on
singing
their high
and wild
winter
wildsong
For summer still
is here
and the wheel
still
turns.
Walk soft
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
AI
Do cars believe?
Do they pray?
This I wondered
as a church I passed
and there
in neat rows
like modern metal tethered mustangs
they sat silently
facing the place of worship.
No doubt their " masters"
prayed inside.
And I wondered
has AI
already
stolen
a march
and the EV's
in particular
are already linked
and communicating
with
their
SKYNET?
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
THE GOSTS
OF
"YET TO COME "
Do TOMORROWS have ghosts?
This I wondered
as I waited
for midnight
A meteor shower
had been foretold
and long the years
since I
have seen one
The night
cloudy
with few stars
but
I wait
and then
ONE
sears a path
across the sky
to explode far off
in a blaze of light
fore the clouds close in.
I am content
and sit
rocking gently
in my chair
then back to bed
to wait for a dawn
of wind
and rain
but this
I did not mind
whilst I prayed
to the Star-Keeper
lest I had seen
a wandering soul
seeking Yesterday
and Home.
Those forks
in the road
but instants
on
The Way.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
Con Dios.
Samarkand.
THROUGH A WESTERN WINDOW .................THE WAY AND THE WATER
I
am child
of Summer Gale
once played in Ocean Deep
'fore lured to land
and the gold of songs
too meaningless
to keep
for there
The Earth Folk
played at men
and in the blood of their own
did sleep.
So I returned
to wander far
twixt memories
beneath the waves
so steep
they blotted out
sun
moon
heart
and soul
yet I could only weep
But I
am child
of Summer Gale
sometimes frozen
that may be
and ice is as a cloak
to blind the false
from me
And walk I soft
across the worlds
of water
and the fin
building traveller's nests
of kelp
for the pilgrims following me
who left behind
the shattered shores
to seek
Eternity.
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
A DOOR BETWEEN THE TIMESTHROUGH A WESTERN WINDOW .................
Through a Western Window
the Sunrise
does not fall
so I spend half a day
in yesterday
whilst waiting for the noon
Time's fulcrum
But I can use my camera
however
to capture the light
bathing the distance
as night withdraws
It is still summer
but the Swifts
have fled
South
and winter's arrivals
of wild geese
from out the north
a long way off
But Autumn soon
and change of clocks
Harvests
Fall
and leaves in new glory
So I walk
through a different window
my Television screen
to a wildlife programme
by RAY MEARS
about the Canadian boreal forest
and the elements whisper to me
" be not afraid:
whilst many are the paths
all
are one
and the Way. "
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
A DOOR BETWEEN THE TIMES
I see a dragon face
in the dying green
of yester~trees
shedding their leaves
to leave briefly
a space
between the times
where slip I through
on Camino
alone
as Love
remains my lifeline
to This Now
and keeps me mortal
for a while
I am loath to leave
this umbilical cord
as my heart prepares
that final stage
of another
Way.
Vaya con Dios
Samarkand.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and writings.I am loath to leave
this umbilical cord
as my heart prepares
that final stage
of another
Way.
Vaya con Dios
Samarkand.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and writings.
THE ROCKING CHAIRTETHERING THE SUN
This I did
in the last
of the great cities
of my people
and whilst the hitching post itself
was a carved stone
the Tether
was a shadow
soon blotted out
by the power
of the strangers
So I fled
to the mountains
and listened
to Storm
Wind
Fire
and Quake
for these are the voices
of The High Ones
in High Places
I came back
and by secret ways
came to a trail
which I followed
to the sea
and learned a great truth
that The Sun
leaves no shadow
on the ocean
So I returned
to the starting point
again
and again
over times
to learn another Truth
The Way
is created
and re-created
by those who walk it.
Walk soft
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
THE ROCKING CHAIR
An empty chair
fills
my room
and I wonder
who
once sat there
I bought the chair
immediately I saw it
in a charity shop
and
go her home
She was metal
of simplistic design
a glider
but still
a rocker
And once
a lady
had sat there
whispering wisdom
And now
I sit there
when the sky
is star bright
looking for
the ancient Way
between the stars
But first
I need my love
to sit
in that chair
and share love with me
for that
is the key
to all
the doors.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
IVAR : unable to find section so please take note. I wish to cancel my regular donation. I now find it "unnecessary "STONE
BONE
AND FIRE
aid me
and
are to hand
for as of yet
I have not pillaged
The Earth
and even cities
I have built of stone
using stone
Fire cleanses
and brings new grass
and new game
which I take
with weapons
of stone and bone
but always
with respect
for my Creator
and Provider
Earth
Light from Sun
as yet
to be developed
with understanding
and that from
Moon
soon to be our stepping stone
to The Red One
and beyond
We have gained knowledge
and lost respect
As life forms
leave us
and The Way
of Stone
Bone
and Fire
is consigned
to museums
Perhaps
we too will join them
and The Way
of foot and prayer
will shroud
in Mist
as our Creations
demand their place
and even our memories
will lurk in boxes.
Walk soft
and be not afraid
of footprints
for they will hold the stories
for those
who will come to Seek them.
Vaya
Con Dios.
Samarkand.
PRIVATE WAYSIVAR : unable to find section so please take note. I wish to cancel my regular donation. I now find it "unnecessary "
Samarkand
PRIVATE WAYS
An old man
and his dog
slowly
softly
circle the park
occasionally
they look
at each other
checking
the other
is still there
Once
the other
had been the love
of his life
now passed on
He carries no credencial
or Compostela
His Santiago
is the park gate
where he will exit
and go home
The dog will nap
and he will sit
in his favourite chair
watching his world
go by
No stream of pilgrims
block his view
but memories
and their shadows
companions make
as that mug of tea
(one of two)
will be his celebration
of a Private Way.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
LOST VOICES
Fed up
with listening to a mewling cat
over a number of days
I tracked it
for it sounded lost
and homeless
It was a young woman
in a wheelchair.
My heart froze.
Perhaps she was a resident
of one of
the many homes
in the area
Perhaps this voice
was the only one she had
calling out
perhaps
to a family she once had
Perhaps she once had a cat
something to hold and love
now taken away
And my heart constricted
remembering with pain
the many situations
in which I had worked
unable to restore
lost voices
lost contacts
lost love.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
DUSK
Loved I
the pre-dawn dark
but growing older
I find myself more
as one
with the pre-dusk sun
for
whilst others sleep
I
will travel
closing the door of day
gently
behind
to go a-seeking
for the path
that led me
from my distant star
to this
a lonely Eden
until
the door reopens
in the pre-dawn dark
and self with Self
re-joins.
Samarkand.
THE ELDERS I NEVER KNEW
John
my name
also that of an uncle
for whom I am called
who died in the trenches
10 days
before Armistice
He was 19
John Josiah I am
as was my father
and his father
A grandfather
I would never know
Policeman he was
till beaten savagely on his rounds
and taken to hospital
Whilst recovering
he was told
the country was now at war
so he left hospital
to join the army
and die in the trenches
They are my elders
men of courage and honour
and I can sense them
in my hours of need
calling to me
in that old fashioned way
"Stand firm and honour your blood"
so I remember them
when I light my candles
and whisper their names.
Vaya
con
Dios.
Samarkand.
AND AGAIN
THE KINDNESS
OF STRANGERS
I have an incurable balance disorder
therefore
I fall
and just two days ago
I had a bad one
which left me lying
in the middle of a road
unable to move
Eventually
I crawled
wriggled
squirmed
back to the pavement
and got into
a sitting position
with my back to the wall
and waited
I was so close to home.
Eventually
a car came
and driver got out
but unable to manage on her own
calmly flagged down another car
and elderly driver got out
Between the two of them
they got me to my feet
and literally inched me
over the road
I was in a lot of pain
and could only manage
a few steps
at a time
but I arrived at the entrance
to my block
where lady number two
was taking charge
and who phoned her son in law
who appeared within minutes
Two neighbours from next block
joined in
and I was manhandled
up the two flights of stairs ( no lift )
to my flat
deposited in my chair
food supplies checked
plus my stocks of paracetamol and pain killer gel
and then they left.
They were brilliant
genuine
I changed my clothes
medicated
had coffee
and went to bed
Got up later for a repeat performance
and appraised the situation
now for sure the days were gone
of me and my pacer poles
I need a walker/wheelchair
to keep my independence
so I lit candles
in my Camino corner
to give thanks
for the kindness of strangers
who have opened
new doors for me
and let me see new horizons
which makes me realize
how rich I am
so very rich
because
of the kindness
of strangers.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios
As Selves like Shadows slip
into the sunset
I follow
sometimes pausing
when a Memory
overtakes me
as it to pass the baton
on a journey without ending
to that Eden
of the Soul.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
SILENCE
5.30am
I sit wrapped in the pre-dawn dark
counting stars
ORION
the great seeker
is up there:
my winter favourite.
The night is still
and quiet
except
for the incessant chattering
in my brain
when thoughts
gather like unruly monkeys
for me to dispel
with a voiceless chant
of
Nam Myoh Renge Kyoh
that I may bask a little longer
in a peace
of which a little
I try to send
to The Holy Land
that at least
one child
may feel
a welcome.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
Con Dios
Samarkand.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND THEIR LOVED ONES. STAY SAFE IN THESE TROUBLED TIMES ANDTHE GOLDEN LEAF
.................................... is the last
to hang
on a silver birch
defying
Winter' s claws
that rake me
with
a razor wind
to ache my fingers.
I hope it sees
the Solstice
fore letting go
and bequeaths
it's fighting spirit
to the new ones
waiting
as I do
for the year
to turn
when I begin to watch
for new buds
and early Swifts
My Joy Bringers
midst
the clouds.
Walk soft
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
LIFE CLOCKS TICKINGHAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND THEIR LOVED ONES. STAY SAFE IN THESE TROUBLED TIMES AND
AS EVER
VAYA CON DIOS.
SAMARKAND.
PANTO ?LIFE CLOCKS TICKING
Brazen
the evergreens
flaunt their leaves
in the sun
of winter sunrise
The birch
subdued
waits
Magpies chatter
from tree to tree
as furtively
small birds flit
An Elder
with small dog
on its tiny legs
labours along
behind
I
high up in my flat
watch the many dials
of life's clocks ticking
as a young mother
with child in pram
walks tall
for a new-born
is
Forever.
Stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
PANTO ?
I am a child
of the children
of Dame
once locked behind
the gates of Belief
till they grew
and filled a valley
then penned
by the dam wall
of perception
till the laughter
of the young
and ever young
of heart
burst
at Panto
and released all
my childhood selves
to cry
laugh
shout
hiss
and weep
as we united
in a common language
and the lady
in the wind
whispered
" I am Dame
and until we meet again
Buen Camino ! "
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya con Dios.
Samarkand.
NOISES FROM A HOSPITAL BEDI'M STILL DANCING
This,
I said to myself
at 85
pushing my walker
along the pavement
on a cold
but clear
winter morning
dreaming
of a journey
yet to come
shipboard
in Alaskan waters
circled by bergs
and birds
and seals hauling out
and somewhere The Bear
watching me
as I felt the the blood-rush
of my Ancestors
with the swinging axe
gone
in the mists of change
as I have
when
once
proud Pilgrim
alone
in my mountains
not knowing
one fall too many
would finish my walking
and consign me
to this
my walker
But
here
in my heart
I'm
still dancing.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand.
Take carealone
in my mountains
not knowing
one fall too many
would finish my walking
and consign me
to this my walker
GOING LEFTDATES TIMES NUMBERS AI
What need of man
to wind the clock
or change the battery
AI
is here
and of itself
has been super ceded
BI
is casting its dark net
to filter the sun
and allow only
IT'S
signals
to penetrate
and control
So what of living flesh
mind
spirit
and empty churches?
Havens for another time?
wellsprings of poetry
and another challenge?
Dare we go back
into the deeps
and re- evolve?
Life is not hi-tech
which has forgotten its place
as helper
until we let it
become master
Let man
in his arrogance
remember and beware
when next we set out
to explore
with wonder.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
LEAP YEARSGOING LEFT
" By the left
quick march "
These were the orders
of a yesteryear
Now
with an incurable
balance problem
left hand side
I fall badly
to the left
No more marching
or walking
my beloved Camino
but
where there is a will?
I have a rollator
around which
plots
are hatching
I sit here
in Bristol Eye Hospital
awaiting a pre-op discussion
My right eye needs surgery
it is leaking.
Are there all-terrain walkers
with big wheels
and high enough
for my dodgy spine?
A little at a time?
My left eye is now my master eye
and my Guardian Angel
waits
at RONCESVALLES
where I can whisper to the wind
" I am back
and the wind will whisper
you never leave"
Walk soft
stay safe
and as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
since writing this
I have been discharged
whilst further consultation takes place.
My right eye is improving
but still leaks
and I suspect surgery
is going to be the final answer.
Delicate
but necessary.
LEAP YEARS
29th February
an odd looking date
and four years till the next time!
I shall be 90
God willing
and I wonder what changes
I will have seen.
I do not dwell
on this
but let the child in me
remember
a small child holding
it's mother's hand
whilst wriggling it's toes
in good red
Spanish earth
leaving footprints
on the Camino Soul
that can never
ever
be eradicated.
Walk soft
talk softer
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios
Samarkand.
This one somes it up perfectlyYEARNING
I saw an adventure
in my soul
the touch of which
might make me
whole
until I walked
on Camino
and met
the Seamstress
who wove for me
a Robe
of Dreams
that I may wear
for ever
for ever
is in footsteps
imprinted
on The Way
but yet
remain unseen
to eye
but sparkle
in
The Dream.
Walk soft
stay safe
and
as ever
Vaya
con Dios.
Samarkand
This one somes it up perfectly.
So beautiful -But my song
is
as ever
a bridge
between this now
and the days
of childhood love
never broken.
So beautiful -
Keep safe & well Samarkand
Buen camino
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