Slow Walk

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Slow walking...

is a little like
slow food

you move at a leisurely pace
you can hear yourself breathe
and you savour
each of the images
that your retinas capture
like still shots
on a roll of film

come with me
slowly...

and I'll show you
when I'm not in my nest
This is where I'll be...

come this way
down towards
the front entry

to the Buddha
standing patiently
waiting

near the tropical flowers

and the sitting buddha

through the vestry






and into my sanctuary
the inner bastion
the sanctum
the holy hub
of my creative endeavours







where surrounded
by my best of friends
my books







and treasured reminders

mementos of the past

memories

of passages past

of family and
and love

my desk
in its orderly disorder
and disarray

to where I sit

to talk to you
and share my stories

and can you see
that from my swivel chair

I can look clear through the house
to my river beyond
where the hazy sun
has coloured the day
with a golden glaze

and the tide slips slowly out...



Oh Happy Days


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