Big Triku ‘Overstimulation’

Silver purple night –

same light that barely traced a

paltry evening disk.

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Ceaseless resonance of sea.

Clear oystercatcher call travels through

this cool amphitheatre.

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Clarity of mind,

fine-tuned, no longer blinded,

sensing inner self.

Big Triku ‘My Challenge’

Towering mountains

reach too high to see. Standing

before them – just me.

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Yet sunlight cuts the mist and

I see others standing near. My doubts

disperse, my path is now clear.

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We shall climb as one.

And we shall not turn nor stop

until it is done.