Karma, take a seat / Forgiveness and redemption / Are my cup of tea!
Note on picture: This picture was taken by my friend C. Desmond on his travels to Mexico. This haiku was originally published in the Fall of 2009 in my private blog.
Month: December 2010
Partial Or Not!
Contradictions have / No positive solutions / Basic math concept!
Swift-footed Time
Sonnet 19
– William Shakespeare
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Old Main
Remembering a magnificent day earlier this Fall… This beautiful building called Old Main is a block across the street from my office. I took this picture one day in mid-October on my lunch hour. Today, the skies are not quite as blue; those maple trees have lost their leaves; and the grass on the ground is a dull brown. But Old Main remains unchanged, and I daresay it will stay the same for a long time to come.
There’s something quite comforting about brick-and-mortar, like that, don’t you think?
Bird(s) On A Wire: Just Like Cohen Sang
Last Sunday evening, I was riding in the car heading westbound in town, running one last errand for the day, nay, the weekend– when we stopped at a traffic light– and I looked out the window and directly up at the telephone wires and saw the most awesome sight: a row of tiny sparrow-like blackbirds perched close together. They were tightly packed together like a row of men’s black dress shoes on a store-shelf.
Made me also think of Leonard Cohen’s famous ballad, Like A Bird On A Wire. Here it is!
But this morning, I stand in awe at the stark contrast in the color of the skies as I look outside my window. Three days ago, the skies were a bright blue even as the evening sun was fast going down in the west. This morning, however, the skies are a dense gray but with shock of snow flurries coming down in a hurry. Each so different, and yet each so very beautiful. Like birds on a wire! And a show like none other– one that must go on!
