WHAT MATTERED part nine

I started to pack my bags

Time to travel again...



It was fall

the leaves where flying

In the wind

Swirling around in it

And then landing softly

On the moist ground



Apples had fallen off my tree

I had no time to pick them up

Jason would do the job for me

Looking out the window, smiling

I turned back to the room



My bag, what would I take...

I needed a moment to think

I was going to Bangkok

It was going to be hot



Years had passed since I had been there

Ah, it was all so long ago

Yet like yesterday

I let it pass through my mind



The Sunday market

With its beautiful wares

The voices of the people

Women in their beautiful

Coloured Sarongs

The smell of the Mangosteen

The Rambutan with its red peeling

From the family of Sapindaceae

Lychees and all the other

Magnificent Asian fruit

Mangosteen was my favorite

How could I ever forget

The deep purple peeling

Sort of woody

Then the beautiful white

sweet juicy and deliciously

Fruity flesh



"Ah quelle gourmandise"



The food stalls with their rice dishes

The smell of Ginger and all the other

Warm spices of Asia...



Soi Ton Son...my old street



Oh I would enjoy this trip



The houseboats on the Klongs

And the beautifully carved dragon boats

Making me think of the Venice of the Far East

A thousand candles lit at night

The sweet smell of Jasmine

Beautifully arranged



The women would separate the buds from its stems

Then place them one fitting into each other

On long thin sticks

Making harmoniously looking arangements with them



Mom always got a headache from them, I remembered

But I just loved that sweet promissing exuberant scent, delightfull.

Even just thinking about them I smelled them.



I thought about the act of Wai Phra

An individual way of offering to a Buddha

Yet always a candle is lit

And placed with others infront of a Buddha

With flowers placed in water

Before lighting three incense sticks using the candle

The three incense sticks held between the palms of the hand

In a Wai gesture

Sitting in the respect position with the feet tucked behind

Faced away from the Buddha

Reciting phrases from the Buddhist

In Pali the language of the scriptures



Pure gracefulness



Now years later Pusdee invited me

I was looking forward to see her

Real friendships lasted forever

No matter the distance

No matter the time gone by



So alright...light clothes

And just a couple of things for London



Was only staying two days



It was not planned

London

Yet I got a letter

A letter from you

Saying you need me

Need me with you

Changed schedules

Planning new

Just because

You are you



And even read I not the words

Between the lines

I see

A big

I love you...



Reading what he wrote to me...



...Today the rain beat against my face

and soaked my clothes

the cold made my skin shiver

the wind bowed my head in unholy revererance

but you made me feel loved

kissing you softly...



Michael





I'll come by before I go, I wrote to you...



I heard my phone ring, bringing me back to here and now



"Hello,yes just a minute I'm almost ready to go."





It was my Taxi...



I took my bag, not looking back I locked the door



It's what mattered...


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