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
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.
the northeast trade winds arrive
with Sahara dust