Old style

I am a mediocre writer
going round and round
my lines imperfect sing
determined to bring
the sky to the ground
the air to feel a lot lighter.

I am a mediocre writer
talking to the stars
my lines not so deft tell
stories of heaven, not hell
in the middle of worrying wars
that made the stage so somber.

I am a mediocre writer
floating light and sound
yet the lines do not catch
the eyes of the unmatched
a bard judged old, unbound
with improper sense of humor.

I am a mediocre writer
going round and round
I still whistle and whisper
about peace our true nature
my thoughts will heal, not hound
the hearts of my readers.

Made for each other

Days and nights
so separate
yet desperately together;
Clouds and waves
so separate
yet are in it together.

Success and failure
winning and losing
so visibly different
yet are knit together;
Life and death
so separate
yet desperately together.

Journey and destination
different
but made for each other.

fine

i am not fine
i am fine with it


je ne me sens pas bien
je me sens bien avec cela

Body-buddy

Your body your buddy

a true friend

the only throne

you can call your own

what you think and eat

will make the seat

truly a safe haven.

Body, not a burden

Lift your spirit

Up in the air
through your body,
hey there

For you, it’s always ready
it's a gift

a golden garden,

a starry heaven

not a burden.

Body-treasure

Your body

greatest wealth

priceless treasure

love is the strength

that heals your health

beyond measure

while jealousy and anger

weaken it slow and steady.

healing

my body
not a garbage
but
a garden

elusive

just a while ago

I thought
I let old memories go
but they've again conquered
my space, my body, my ego
overcast the presence
of my elusive consciousness

horizon

horizon teaches me

what lies before my eyes
may not be what I see

unwilling

we're great learners

as though we know now
how to survive
without weapons