Going Mobile. Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

Thank you Kumarmani, how strange it is that sometimes an escape can bring us a new appreciation for those we return to. Now the desire seems to lessen. The same feeling can now be found when feeding the not-so-wild rabbit that I befriended two seasons ago. Be well Kumarmani. Many kind wishes to you and your family.

Hey Pam when I wrote that I was feeling boxed in by life. I had to get to that place called acceptance. I slowed down preferring the tortoise to the hare. Slow and easy wins the race but I say more than that what race? There is nothing that gets in our way more than ourselves. We must loosen our grip, breathe deep, exhale..........and simply be.

Thank you so much Bharati in America such places are not so far away but first one must have the desire to travel and be with oneself or a kindred spirit and yet most prefer to be entertained and rarely leave the comfort of technology and their toys. I am never more happy than when I am on an open road and leaving civilization behind.

As of late Nosheen I have been distant. I have not returned calls or messages in fact this reply is the first connecting that I have done. Time and again through no fault of their own I tire of the culture. The people and their pettiness. The obligations of life and the predictability of humanity weighs upon me to a degree that I sometimes find unbearable. I am dismayed that people can not see the urgency of the hour, can not realize that their rituals are also their prison. Yes we are fellow poets open to all things beautiful but at a price. We are also open to absurd and the burlesque of insane beings. I am reminded of Hamlet the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me.

Thank you Anil Kumar Panda your name flows! How wonderful and how wonderful to connect with so many people from so many places beyond the politics of our time. You are very kind!