Meelick Road, Spring Afternoon

I service my iron horse and get ready for usual Saturday leisure bike ride. Afterwards, I ride up the country road at a snail’s pace to feel the essence of Nature. I listen to the songs of birds, the whispering of trees, and the mooing of cows on the roadside. The gentle wind mixes those sounds into a smooth serenade, which I enjoy as I slowly ride up the road. I dismount at the top to enjoy the panoramic view of Limerick city, which now seems to be at my feet. I take a few pictures and start heading back home. Riding down the road, I hear a car approaching from behind. I slow down and remain on the edge of the road. The car pulls up right beside me at arm’s length. A lad climbs up from the sunroof and catapults a canned drink at me. Instantly I think I’m doomed, so my vision grey out slightly. Then a rocket swooshes past my face. How it does not hit me remains a mystery. I am utterly terrified as I watch the car fade out of sight.

a clear and calm sea . . .
a bold osprey dives down
with a mighty splash

Phoenix

Today I choose to meditate in savasana posture but forget to set the alarm. Afterwards, I’m standing in my room. And I can see my wardrobe, work-desk, and bed. Then I see my body lying unconscious on the floor. I start trembling. I lean towards the wall for support, but it melts like a mass of clouds. I tumble through the fading wall into the ocean. Suddenly I’m floating among psychedelic seahorses, tie-dyed mandarin-fish, kaleidoscopic sea-turtles, and luminous clownfish. I stay afloat among these sea creatures adoring the deep ocean scenery. I think I have overcome my fear of deep water but then I start gasping for breath, my lungs fill with water. My limbs get heavier, my brain fogs from lack of oxygen. Out of the deep blue, I sense a pulsing voice from afar. “Do you want to go back?” I answer yes—inaudibly. I tremble and gasp, mouth wide-open, like a fish washed ashore. I flop back and forth, before I regain my breath and get off the floor.

early harmattan
the northeast trade winds arrive
with Sahara dust

The Strong Eagle

. . . I once knew one resilient eagle which lived on a land in the centre of the earth. He was hatched in a nest on a rocky mountain surrounded with dense rainforest. He was a nest-dweller and observer as a chick. Sky became his playground the day he learned to fly. When other birds get drenched during rainfall, He’d soar above the clouds to evade the rain. He has experience some amazing phenomena of Nature.

He chooses to associate with the sky lords, the great flyers. His sharp eyes, sturdy beak, durable wings, and tough claws were specially made by the Creator. He’s not easy to be tamed or caged, he’s just a dissident of a bird. He hunts his food, while other birds waited to be fed. He forms no alliance with parrots, peacocks, or bats.

He has fallen repeatedly, but always pick himself up off the ground. He believes in his wings not on the twigs. He is a watcher that spectates how his own life evolves. He always embrace his second self whenever it appears. He keeps soaring higher into the ether regardless of its colour and condition.

He always soar higher to retain his head above the clouds, where he can experience the sublime through the panoramic view of the earth. He remains the most resilient eagle during his lifetime, then he left this world behind one day. He spreads his wings and soar into the upper most area in the sky, to experience eternal bliss in the place beyond time and space . . .