Kabir Kadre
Kabir Kadre

November 14

Kabir Kadre|1 year, 7 months ago

The late afternoon winter sun reflects of the west faces of buildings stretching out to my view to the south. The tree line of the park, a band of green with the museum steeple rising from the midst of it, pointing to the Mexican Mesa beyond. The Mesa today is obscured in the haze but I know it is there for looking countless times over the last week.

Palm trees blow lazily in the cooler afternoon breeze. The sun is to my back, so palm trees, pine trees, buildings and faces all reflect light to me.
The day has gone bye, no visit from the therapists today, perhaps always looking forward to Monday and the promised discharge.
I enjoyed a long chat with David this morning, and later with the young miss Rayanna, not so long but filled with bells.
The purity speaks
Whispering wisdom for all
It echoes hollow
Stillness in the storm
Light and shadows mimic truth
Here we are now one
Machines make noises
The body quivers at rest
We go about our day
One more line of words
In the cool air of the room
And turn towards the night

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