Dancing in the wind
and rain
the gray sky falls down
like a kite with a broken string
drifting like duckweeds
into the distant
horizon
the river rising
waves swelling
diffuse into the contours of the city
in that moment
we see the greatness
of life
like a candle floating in darkness
skyscrapers restless
breathing heavily
in the night
the lotus in the storm
the solitary lotus
swinging free
as it always has been
in the clarity
of time.
The evening is calm
no shadows of wind
so calm i can hear
breaths and heartbeat
butterflies and passerines
sound of flapping wings
the language in which 2 ants greet
i can hear
you and me
the sound of our eyes meeting
unexpectedly
the sound of heaviness lifted
from our bodies
i can hear it
night approaching
laving me with moonlight
the sound of
stars shimmering.
A small town tavern
people with
frustration, contrition, melancholy
they sit nightly
at the bar
let everything
be palliated
in the country pub they
take a breather
exchange secrets
relax their souls
in old
country pub
he hides when he is down
he won’t play pool
he sits in a dark corner
bottles on the table
alcohol he’s downed
he slowly smokes a cig
watches some tv
listens to old music
thinks in solitude in
old country pub
a boring place
bland yet abundant
a feeling of peace
a place to pause
and rest
old country pub
for people who’ve cried
for life
for love
for people who are afraid
of the future
for people who remember too much
the past
old country pub
he left the old country pub
he went back in
he has his cigarette stubbed out
he lights up another
again.
Movie
a magical object
sketches too much
in just 2 hours
the beautiful
the wonderful
things, love, outer space
also
the cruel
the brutal
the broken
things, love, outer space
among these
there’s what you know
what you wanna know
what you haven’t known
the unknown
everything
just like radiantly fascinating and colorful
kaleidoscope
it lets me
feel instantly
happiness, sadness, joy, anger
one minute the tears are flowing
then before you know it
a bright smile is spreading its wings
this roller-coaster-like plot
really lets me
feel deeply
that real life
ain’t easy.
Waking up too early
the sound of earth rolling
light and sobriety of the night
broken glass of the city
in disorderly wind
that drives the sequence of timepiece
clear digits planning things
the sleep of grids
chaos in the capsule
inverted space in the mirror
everything so far away
the world is bright
hands outstretched in vicinity
feeling
the rotation
the wait
the sleeplessness.
A heart
broad and calm
a pair of eyes
wise and clear
intend to feel the world
observe life
extract the spark of thoughts
a philosopher
summing up humanity
in the pursuit of
the light of truth.
Where is happiness
it’s in the soft sun of spring
it’s in the dancing shadow of the moon
it’s in the affectionate lingering rain
where is happiness
it’s in a momentary encounter
it’s in the laughter over lemonade
it’s in the warmth of hometown
where is happiness
it’s in our hearts
it’s in every corner
it’s in the gratitude
for all things
happiness is in
ourselves.
