Three days in a row, we drove up Pali Highway,
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Pali Highway |
through the tunnel, and past the Pali Lookout sign,
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Pali Lookout |
with the Pali peak on our left.
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Pali Mountain |
Three days in a row, sitting in the passenger's seat, I felt grief the whole way, and also later as we took our usual long walk along Kailua Beach. Grief, looming big in the middle of tropical sweetness. I wanted to explain it away, but couldn't. Being with, was the only option left.
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Kailua Beach |
Walking back, pangs of morning hunger took over. All I could think of, were the bananas awaiting in the car.
Out the grief, in the small suffering of not yet satisfied craving for food.
PS - Clever mind got a real kick out of, Pali (cliff in Hawaiian) - Pali (the language of the Buddha's teachings) :)
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