Again I watch the sun rise east
climbing over me, stationary in my home,
and setting, as always, to the west.
If at the North or South Poles,
that’s not so. No East. No West.
Spring came early this year – a day
early astronomically speaking, but weeks earlier relatively,
based on my garden’s buds and shoots.
Perhaps not North of me and not
the Southern Hemisphere, where spring is autumn.
It’s a month of Saturdays in retirement.
Or perhaps every day is now Wednesday,
since weekend days still seem somehow special
hanging off my calendar in another color.
Are there still 24 hours each day?
I notice a ceiling spider watching me.
I make tea in the cherry-blossom pot.
I nap lightly in the sun-heated chair.
I dream clouds or wake to them.
Tea now as warm as this day.
a thinning crescent as it slowly sweeps
past four bright morning planets – first Jupiter
then Mars, Saturn and Mercury, the crescent
points at them this morning of equinox.
Golden Saturn invisible to me – but there.
One Buddha. Or to be Theravada Buddhist,
there can be more than one but
not at the same time, or three:
one of the past (Dipankara), Buddha present
(Gautama) Future (Maitreya). Om Mani Padme Hum.
“Om Mani Padme Hum” translates to “Hail to the jewel in the lotus.” It is the mantra of the Buddha of Compassion (so many Buddhas) and it is said to calm fears, soothe concerns and heal broken hearts.
In my most black and white days,
she was technicolor. She was my Marilyn.
Our world – saturated color, a yellow road,
fantasia, music surrounded us like in movies.
Until she was gone with the wind.
A Technicolor Marilyn with gentlemen (20th Century Fox – source) Public Domain, Link