travelling is not about a place;
it’s more about a state not unlike grace
a new awareness of the smallest things
sometimes the way a foreign cell phone rings
the way the grass defies the sidewalk grates
the shape of doors and windows, locks and gates
the way some salt a pretzel, ice a cake
the dark blue heads of weeds along a lake –
it isn’t famous sights or unknown parts
that spark the traveller’s mind or lift our hearts
it’s in the eyes – the eyes of every day
in fact one doesn’t even have to stray


in sanskrit and pali the term implies compassion,
but “karuna” was translated by Huxley to mean “attention”
in The Island.




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