Bees

Thousand bees
In chaotic swarm
Soundly order

Embrace

Wave after wave
Embracing the shores
Prolonged gushing

Pain

Wild chamomile
Crushed under the feet
Far-reaching scent

Sailing

Corn leaves swooshing
In late summer’s wind
A sailing star

Tipping-Point

One awakes
From the long sleep
Once aware

Blue

Falling in love
With the restless clouds
Into the blue

Masks

What’s harder
To see a mask
Or wear it

Rush

Don’t rush your heart
To fall in love
With your own mind

Noise

Waiting the dawns
The city wakes up
Noise after noise

Reach

Seeds of same tree
Reach over valleys
The same soul

Mirrors

One falls in love
With own creations
Mirrors upon

Hunt

A chimeras’ hunt
Nothing but a chimera
Self in search of self

Nudity

Leaves falling
The knowledge tree
Naked lies

Growth

If it doesn’t feed
Upon your own soul
How can it grow

Haiku

Why would own nature
Be less of a promenade
A toad awaken

Seeds

A seed can find
Shelter in one’s mind
Fear more than kind

The Way

Monks search for peace
By hiding away from world
What’s a path’s value

Cleaning

Refining the mind
Without sweeping the staircase
A path without heart

Unrest

Restless windstorms
One spends a lifetime
Fighting windmills

Timing

First dragonfly
It took a summer
To find its way

Flight

One's life flies
In cuckoo’s nest
Goes by hour

Completeness

What is love
Without its poems
To sing its oaths

Recurrence

Each step in nature
Reminds me of found moments
Walking in nature

Gaze

Watching the sky
Moving with the wind
With my eyes closed

Frozen

No wind to blow
No room lightning fire
Just the silence

Breath

Is it the sea
Embracing the shores
Or life breathing

Doubt

Is it the night
Falling into you
Or just my self

Flight

A Pegasus
Aiming at the moon
Pale morphing light

Fire

In its fire
Burning harder
With each star

Moonlight

Four thin strokes
On dark blue paper
Full moon crickets

Memory

Today’s full moon
Reminds me of you
Yesterday’s hope

Dimorphism

Two puddles
Reverted sky
Soaking wet

[Unnamed]

When did the bud
Turned into a rose
I’ve been asleep

Petals

In mid of chaos
Order opens its petals
A rose in the wind

Promenade

We start in the dark
Move through the world all-knowing
And end in the dark

Completeness

Take out nothingness
And whole world will fall apart
Into nothingness

Nudity

Metaphors
Naked half-truths
Of unknown

Training

The warrior
A storyteller
Of his future

Freedom

A dog set free
Embraces freedom
With all being

A man’s freedom
Weights on his shoulders
Old broken chains

Walking aside
Both share old chains' weight
And learn freedom

Impassibility

A spot of white
Between red roses
Winds make no grant

Errants

Seeing in own faults
Parents’ old mistakes
Graspable changes

Enrichment

A simple moment
Becomes seed in life’s garden
When given meaning

Art

He and the sword
Cutting through the air
In his mind

Ripples

Future’s flashes
Ripple through one’s past
How much’s real

Buzz

Two mumble bees
Buzzing rose bushes
Undecided

Flirt

Is it that red rose
Moving toward butterfly
Or just wind's magic

Fishing

Fishermen wait
For right time and place
Sound awareness

Time

One's time comes and goes
Whether important or not
One lives the moment

Shivers

Gentle rose bushes
Tremble in rain's caresses
Day's only glitter

Attraction

Deeply gazing
Upon my senses
Just a cookie

Inertia

Two strangers
Living for years
From last flame

Fall

With each winding
Flurries springly winter
Falling summer

Blue Rose

I close my eyes
And see a pale rose
Blossomed in blue

Verses

The wind whispers
In its known language
Unknown verses

Mercenaries

Strong ideas
Clasped by shallow souls
Mindless soldiers

Tissues

Two years gone
Sewed in time’s webbing
Loveless stitches

Melancholia

Yesterday’s sunlight
Still lingers through today’s clouds
Past melancholy

Life

An endless dream
Before man’s eyes
How long it lasts

Colors

So many dreams
As snowflakes in fall
Colors through space

Edelweiss

I followed a thought
Through the valleys of unknown
Noble truths blossom

Play

Stripes of light
Play in the river
Joyful flurries

Solitude

One isn’t alone
As the days pass by
One has his dreams

Pictures

At the end of days
Each holds with him a picture
Of what life has been

Displacement

Where is the love
Of building a home
From the ground up

Grasps

With new grasps rising
Candles shown upon one’s steps
Become a lighthouse