crossing 27

some say it is an inflection point...
i have had many...

anyways
happy birthday to me...

Life is in the mountains
with thin air and sherpas and monks
and bullets with little brake
winding down curvy roads

life is in the hamlets
with momo and noodles and omlette
each passing breath taken with
great pain

life is in those hot and sour
and the turbid waters
and the scary rapids

life is not in this flashy world
with sunglasses and attitudes
trying to make a point when there is none

life is in the mountains
where there is none to impress but you.

Quixotic pathways

i am amused at the quixotic pathways i have taken
brandishing swords and riding black horses
to take on standing windmills only to return
shaken but unscathed
and yet again start another voyage
but never been able to leave myself and my awareness
to completely blend in the quixotic journey
and be one with the journey
and make it no more quixotic

i hope i can look into the real absolute true me
and then set ahead with that notion
with something which could by itself take care
of its reward and its realness

i wish the next quixotic journey
turns non-quixotic and thereby real...

---Phil