Travelling westward

Travelling west away from rising sun
Pain in my bones and the healing are one
Sleeping commuters, only half awake
Less than active social life, tired heartbreak

Home bush bound for more medical advice
A day of fasting, so no carbs, no rice
Fruit the sustainer of a cleansing day
Trim my antibiotic pudge all away

Modelled with love a puja god and mouse
The Gods initiated into our house
A chill day to immerse him in the sea
What has turned from a sunny Sunday

Sun on my back is warming, heartening
The bright light of day to hearts cheering
Longer days rich with promise gleams
Shadowed nights are lost in vivid dreams

Sitting on the station platform waiting
Change of direction of my creating
Becoming the accrual of pain in ways
Washed over by a blur of shifting days

My love says I’m angry, which may be true
There is not much to recommend to you
When everything is frustrated by wealth
The determining factor is poor health

Seeking the truth and what’ll it teach,
I know it’s hiding there just out of reach
Just need to keep on searching my heart
For the truth of me, the deep purer part.

The reality of these past two years
Never really sunken, nor shed tears
Still think I’m invincible, an unwise yogi
Doing all the tricks, back to being me

The reality of this life is different
Never consciously chose nor ever meant
For now, I struggle to even walk straight
Without a wooden stick to take my weight

Progress through effort, physio again,
Strength and memory the muscles regain
Strong the desire for them to retrain
To the patterns of walking forgotten

Remembering what was once innate
It’s not as easy as it seems to relate
The reality we seek has no finality
And words fail to grasp this reality