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I’ve been astounded by how much I’ve been eating. As I ride my bike, i’m powering back pepperettes, snickers bars, granola bars, two-packs of hard-boiled eggs, sandwiches, and all sorts of other food on top of my three big meals every day. I’m just riding and burning and riding and burning…
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I have nothing left now but to ride back at a leisurely pace and enjoy the scenery. Next time, I should try to remember to ask people if I can take their pictures. I didn’t write as much as I wanted to but enough reflections came into focus to allow me to see them clearly enough and impart them to paper…
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tiny grapes
tasting trip
wine sunset
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moved on pier
by four cranes
led by one
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warm breeze
through diner
and happy talk
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summer
constant car talk
saddening
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busy golf course
golden balls flying
nowhere special
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lawnmowers
tame nature
for now…
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Returning to Darlington Provincial Park where I was married, having come full circle on my trip and reflecting here for the fifth time in two years, I’m searching my thoughts for some kind of grandiose way to sum up my reasons for being and coming and going and defining my focus and intent and goals…
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I sit looking at the sheltered picnic area where all of our loved ones celebrated our wedding and I realize, not able to check my tears of gratefulness this time, that the only thing I am here for is Terie. You are my world, my wife. That is why we were married. I will do all that I can do so that we can travel together like children. I will do all that I can so that we can spend most of our days together. Just remember one thing…
Do me this one favour…
Please…
I want to die outside.
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the zen poet
gives perfect script
to his tears
the samurai
can never break
lest he be broken
they are both
much different soldiers
for the common man
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you will never
become enlightened
if you can not
fully comprehend
one robe and
one bowl
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there is as much
time spent preparing
for an act
of creation
as there is
time spent
creating it
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