Taste of Past

The water at Luxus Encinitas
smelt like sugar cane juice in India
squeezed with lemon.

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I ask why is there blue in the shells?
A nice blue.
But the ones stuck on the rocks are, different sized closed shells, the big ones looking creepy.

Bikers in CA

There are two kinds of bikers in CA.
ones with the helmet and bikers suit
and the others with surf boards.

Frequent Answerers

The beach's ever returning waves are a constant answer to an unposed question.
With the moldable sand that I scooped, with my hand, I made what could have been friums made from boiled rice, first dried in scoops under the sun and then fried for relish. With more scoops, a small well began to form. When the wave, had enough strength to reach me, it smoothed the scoops
and made it look like birds eye view of AZ.

language of few syllables

From the hermitage, it looks like theres something between the water and cliffs. Its light and mind together in illusion.For those around water, everything should be made of it. When far things are seen, the only symbols that come to mind, either a ship or a light house.

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Green grain*

Paddy fields from past
Raw green sheaves
have juice at the top
like fibre optic tree.
But the ripe brown
ones have solid grains
very different from
the final polished color
we eat

A crushed coriander
seed has lost it all
the power to grow.

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*The writing Experiment: Strategies for Innovative Creative Writing

Two writers

You cannot be
on a vacation
and be on the
hike you will miss.

You cannot overlay
another you
being who you are.

A pen with
many color refills
in it
writes in one at a time.

Easily reached Balance

As you rev up
your energy
to do a workout
so does your appetite.

Overcooking

You can never cook enough
As you make it
so is intake.

When a new combination
of veggies works
its fun.
So is watching a recipe.

But even armed with
a recipe
its tough to match
the need for cooking
that grows like a mushroom.

Somewhere between a bud and a bloom

When a peanut grows
It sends out leaves
in groups of four
The leaves growout at an angle.

When I saw its white tap root
stick into the ground
preventing me from just
snapping it from
the pot of earth

I knew that it wasnt any peanut
that could have gone
into cooked rice flakes
and ended up nowhere.

It belonged to the earth
like a magnet.

Undiscouraged, the imp in me
split the seed in half
with skin still hanging to each half

kidneys connected to the system.
only the water goes in
to these kidneys.
and they grow by splitting.
An unlike fusion.

Where on earth

Do you find people
lying on the road
in the way of bicycles
to be hit
so they can get a
smooth ride
on the snow

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Out of the house
on the back side
a huge mountain
in black and white

Fragrant trail

A puzzling perfume from the V of my hand
Is it the same one from work?
When I fold my hands under the armpits
against cold.. it figures

Images of a traveller

From Irwin Edman's Philosopher's holiday.. ".. the traveller's eye as often gives him images rather than insights, unless he learns in time to be more than a traveler"(pg.9)

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While reading " In the course of almost thirty years it has made a good start on the enormous task .. "(pg x) of Mortimer J. Adler's "Six Great Ideas", the combinatin of the long time and the huge effort implied in the words, stretched my memory, to recall a lunch I had in China at Shanghai Univeristy of Finance and Economics. More than the the food or its taste, the introduction to this event is in the currency conversion of its price to dollars and its worth.

Thinking of ideas like beauty, I am reminded of a narrow but tall room at Museum of Modern Art, NY, closer to one of the cafes.

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When the sun is unequal
the day is still new
with gemutlich night behind

Just beginning

Today as I got off the freeway, the bushes with their yellow... have already ushered the spring.. earlier than anyone else.

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Green Light.. Ready to go right now..

Stationary travel

This morning, I saw a tall tree with part of it looking golden from the first rays of the sun. the way the sun was trying to seep into the tree reminded me of the scape from 'mowgli'.. where the jungle spans endlessly..