A sculptor’s art

A river splashing
under the hands
light, shadow, sound and color
condensated
the soul of stone disintegrated
images seated
gentleness of a peeress
strength of a tiger
silence of a philosopher

The kite

Listening
to the kite
telling
her story
in the lustrous sky
the swimming clouds
the aesthetic sunrise
and dusk
the spiritual moments

Life is a painting

Life is
like a painting
in it
there’s always
a quest for the moon
hung aloft
and the sempiternal secret
of the sun
there’s always

Willow

The silks of willows
like ink
winding and meandering
gingerly
outlining
silhouette of gloom
a flowerless
waterless
triumphal scenery
faceless
tearless
hurt.

Old record

An old record,

hiding in a corner,

no one’s heard of,

depressed or pretentious,

old instruments,

old gramophone are,

Meditation

The peak of loneliness,
is beautiful,
looking at the self,
a bitter cup of tea,
tasting the most subtle,
finest sweetness,
a praise is amplified infinitely,
a dust is shrunk,
infinitely,

Time is_________________

Time is,
Venus that winks flirtatiously at night,

sunflowers that constantly chase the sun,
roses that bloom so fastastically,
an ancient tree that sways like the vicissitudes of life,
magic of wind and frost,
alternation of summer heat and cold wave,
meditative bell in a quiet secluded temple,