An Incident In Early Spring On The Highway Of Pilgrims Comments
The overcrowded bus tumbled down
the highway under a pale blue March sky.
All of us passengers, friends or strangers,
had been traveling through the night,
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It leaped into the air, a breeze up there caught it and it tumbled around, but then broke free and rose up and up, into a flash of light that hurt my eyes. Now the balloon was free, even of my eyes. Now I had to trust the air, the wind, the sky... Oh, my friend, a child has blessed us. - - - - A simple balloon it is not- - -When our heart is filled with love and care for others, we feel the buoyancy of spirit, the goodwill will float in sky and reach far others.
You had me, Daniel, with this narrative. This is the kind of story that makes us wonder about the permeable layer or vail there between this reality and the eternal. I think of the word maya and how we know most that we experience as solid is really empty (probably not the best word, but you know what I mean) space. Love fill you up and surround you, Daniel. -Glen
It's curious: Asians refer to the EMPTINESS OF THINGS, and westerners to the PLENITUDE OF THINGS but we are identifying the same reality, that is, there is a superabundance of energy and matter that is The Source, ever replenishing what is consumed, and nothing is ultimately lost, just transformed into new shapes and appearances. Either that is a personal Act of God, or the process of the fundament but we agree THAT IS THE REALITY IN WHICH WE EXIST.
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8/14/2025 9:13:30 PM # 1.0.0
This is beautiful! I'm left wanting to know more. For instance, what was the lady sad about (seems like someone she loves passed away?) , and what will happen because of this new blessing? This was an incredible feat of storytelling. At the start I thought there was going to be a traffic accident of some kind - I was pleasantly surprised. There was so much more to this story. It inspires one to believe in angels and the power of chance meetings.
Wonderful comment, Nika. Even your questions take me into the poems. I wrote more as a message to you.