This body has survived for
three-quarters of a century,
twenty-five or thirty thousand
risings of the sun.
This body has carried me
to school, to work,
to love, to being free
from daily labor,
and yet--
it is not me.
More naked I cannot be
until this body
sets me free.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
While I was looking the other way, we went from 98,000 visits to 99,000, and a day later we're at 99,309. This is largely due to concerted pirate activity from the United States and Japan. Should I take this (as well as other piracy from Russia, Germany, and other countries) as a compliment? My sister, who is a well established, prizewinning poet, has congratulated me. They will, after all, bear the costs of publication and distribution. But I still believe in authors' rights and intellectual-property laws, and will act accordingly.
My writing and photography continue apace, driven by a muse with a mind of her own. My "Upanishad" series is now up to eighty-six parts, with more definitely coming. I am hoping the series will eventually reach the sacred number of 108. I am also currently working on a short prose article that will explain how telepathy works, at least in my view.
Florida's short and mild winter is here. We have had low temperatures as low as 33° F, highs in the fifties and sixties. We are able to keep our well-insulated house at a comfortable 77°, so I still don't need to wear clothes at home. I guess I shouldn't complain about having to be at home almost all the time, due to the pandemic. I am not, though, getting the amount of sun that I would like. Fortunately, sun and moderate outdoor warmth will be back in February, if not sooner.
As usual, I would like to thank you all (even the pirates, I guess) for your continued interest and enthusiasm.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
