Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?The road past the rolling hillsThe flowers and the sunThe clouds moving on beckoning us.Wide is this pathA single way falling into the horizon,A lonely journeyI long to walk this pathTo run towards the end but never reach it.The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summerOverlaying the EarthThe people and the citiesMask the movement at our feet.The birds in the sky- the animals belowAll flowing like water around usChanging while we sleep.The ocean tides-Grasping at the moon,The air-Dancing with the trees,The sun-Aging over time,Our time here-Drawing to an end.Nothing is ceasingDespite our still mindsOur patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListenIn the breeze the cricketsThe fairies light their lanternsAnd the soft glow of nightOr our collective imaginations- radiates
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeThe song and art of everything.And a pen strokeA brush lineA single noteOur place in that,And were too small to seeThe entire canvas.
The Best RelationshipOurs isA love unfitted,But full and strong.Since it is while we sit in our own roomsOn the opposite sides of the worldNot knowing we exist.We imagine our life together so sweet,Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walksDown a narrow roadWith my past at my heelsMy future out of reachThe present always catching up.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodI am not out of my wondermentMy knowledge cannot fill upLike a cup. It does not overflow.I will never grow beyond my imagination,My youth is internal, beyond my bodyBeyond my soul and beyond this world.The young ones here are forever.
OursWe come together, and we fade away.We are always here, but we cannot stay.It is what we love, it is what we are.The destiny of everyone, but ours aloneIs what matters to today.
The SunThe sun is shining on the sidewalkOn Tuesday, after school, after warAfter a child is born, and a man dies.The wind that blows in the cold brings in the new warmth.The rain gives life as it helps destroy. The universe that begins becomes to an end.The same sun that shines on the sidewalk shines on our skinOn the soldier and the killer,Everyday.
Late DecemberA beautiful day,Sunny and cool afternoon.Multicolored leavesFalling from trees to the ground,Time passes by on the breeze.
soft time gently flowslazy winter afternoonreading books in the atticthe light moves across the floordusty sunbeams glow
sightedshe's sitting in the desert storm staring down her sightsat a prey that could never be caught
didactic, in a japanese wayI.grab an idea andhold onto it as tight asyou possibly can.II. weave your perceptionsinto singular design,as a spider spins it's web.(the irony issomething so terrifyingcould conceive so much beauty)III. see the web. disregard the architect's guise.IV.it's a leap of faith,bleeding your dispositiontil the fount runs dry.the reward is catharsis -oh beloved concubine.V.never surrender -desire will always prevailover discontent.the worlds in words are countless,in abandon there are none.
In the DepthsEveryone has depths,Ones in touch know where they are.The brave go diving![a spark from ewaldsreef ]
look up in the skya hot air balloondrifting above my back yardthe past still remains
tsunami nami namida 津波哉 波は収縮する 涙tsunami kana nami wa shūshuku suru namida tsunami . . .the wave collapses and then tears
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-12-15Winter blues—waves of depression ebband flow . . . but I find strength in words of hope and joy.
looking around youthere are no strangersthere are incomprehensionsseek understanding
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onThe universe still expandsWe are but a blip