Monday, March 25, 2013

And Now For Something New...

Confident strides through the bustling streets
Met by overwhelming stimuli
Sights, smells, sounds, it's all new, yet oddly familiar
The intoxicating aroma of delectable treats returns me to the present

Sweat beads as the debris riddled sidewalk is maneuvered
Tradition and modernity juxtapose
Perhaps in the name of progress
The monk riding a motorbike, the temple amidst cloud-kissing towers

Swaths of people
Each face, a different agenda
But here we have met
To whom do I show gratitude for the privilege?

No place I'd rather be than here
No time I'd rather be than now
This is my liberation
This is my life

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