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 "As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space,
 an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble,
 a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning;
view all created things like this."

The Buddah - from the Diamond Sutra

Orchids
(Paris)

14
Listened to, read and shared

https://youtu.be/IE88rtbm2Yk


15
Walking meditation began at Gramercy Park
proceeded down Irving Place to 14th Street

 where Apple bank offers "Totally FREE Checking"
 continued Eastward, crossed 1st Avenue
"Om Mani Padme Hum"

onward to the East River at Avenue C

sauntered along River-Cove Park to 23rd Street

West to 2nd Avenue and South to 21st Street

16
Downtown by bus to write with my group
'The Moving Pen'

(Ginko Path)
 Two hours later:
A three-part Thanksgiving piece is in process

Darkness


17
Returning to wellness

http://yogaformentalwellness.org/
Two hours later:
to Penn Station where I got my ticket for Massachusetts

(They said okay and posed)
 pigeons were sunning at the Main Post Office

Walked home

 
18
Returned again

 (mental wellness through yoga)

 Two hours later:

went round the corner on West 25th Street

to the Serbian Cathedral
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity_Chapel_Complex

 then on to the Eternal Light Flagstaff at Madison Square Park

Dedicated on Armistice Day 1923 commemorating the return of soldiers and sailors from World War I.  Commissioned by Rodman Wanamaker at a cost of $25,000, it was designed by Thomas Hastings. Made of Milford pink granite, it's inscribed with the names of significant battles.  The ornamental iron cap of garlands and rams heads was sculpted by Paul Wayland Bartlett

 
19
No photographs, just resting, writing and being

20
Sheltering inside the Amalgamated Bank
(23rd Street at 3rd Avenue)

A short while later

Found on the street

 Still warm
 
 No breath

No marks

 Such beauty

 Farewell

Not the end
Return to Innocence

https://youtu.be/VAqpAyoeOw4
~*~

MORE GOOD DAYS TO WAKE UP

 Thursday 9/26

Before dawn
The police precinct across the street woke me with back up beepers, then one blue jay joined in, insistent, on some urgent, avian mission.  I limped to the kitchen to grind coffee beans.

Friday 9/27
The young folks
They're noise-making, rousting about above and around me.  I'll rise when they've gone.

In dream, I turn back to late peaches and squash blossoms in Massachusetts.

Saturday 9/28

   A Con Ed outage yesterday
Both the heavily trafficked New haven line, and Amtrak were affected when a main feeder gave out, resulting in thousands of angry commuters.  It may take weeks to repair.  Meanwhile they will run one diesel train every hour and extra buses.  Plus, traffic jams with all the VIPs in town for the United Nations General Assembly evacuated!
 It was a good day to have no where to 'have to' be.  With the city emptied out, today is eerily quiet.
I'm feeling isolated.

Sunday 9/29

Just this morning
The chortle of pigeons on my window sill
says to me, 'You are not alone,
not the only life pressed against glass,

perched precariously.

Monday 9/30
Cora 
She carries me along, shifting her weight with my need.  Curving into fault lines, she makes the crooked, straight, leads me through the gate, walks beside me silently, and never late for anything, we bide our time together, an invalid and her helpful tree.

We managed to take the bus to my writing group, and had a great session.  After, I visited the stately, prolific, always entertaining poet, John Marcus Powell at his residence across from where we meet.  He said of this candid shot:
"Gawd!  I look like Gloria Swanson!"

We watched a repeat of the latest episode of
"Last Tango in Halifax"
It shows Sunday nights on our channel thirteen.
Here's the one minute trailer

Tuesday 10/1

The Name of it is Autumn

by Emily Dickinson

The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --

The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --

Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --