Sunday, March 31, 2019

Perfume

All that remains
From blossoms' essence
Spring's ghost stories

Cessation

Look at these blooms
Yet fading away
For one's craving

Arising

Craving for light
Yet it starts in vain
One's suffering

Flight

Yesterday's blossoms
In spring's tenterness
Tomorrow be gone

Nonsense

It doesn’t matter
How many hells are
For those found there

Saturday, March 30, 2019

Islands

Oceans of deep love
How can life hide in one soul
Such imensities

Blossoms

If you can't wake up
How can you see what is real
Blossoms of the wind

Wander

One wanders the world
In search of the self
Not knowing the path

Monday, March 25, 2019

Friday, March 22, 2019

Laws

Raise with the steam
Bow with the raindrops
Set the clouds free

Haiku

Feeding on hopes
Spring found its abode
Into my heart 

Words

As the days pass by
Blossoms continue to fall
Letters to the past

Imbalance

The perfect trap
To think of the world
As good or wrong

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Breeze

Mindful moonlight
In dance with the wind
Hopeless affair

Quest

To reach god's kingdom
One must cut the heads
Of the two dragons

Reach

To reach mountain's top
Swing from side to side
Till the path reveals 

Monday, March 18, 2019

Flight

One travels the world
With two broken wings
Awaits one's calling

Dreams

We rather wake up
From dreams we don’t want to end
Not knowing we dreamed

Hike

What happened to us
We ought to climb highest tops
In upside down worlds

Sunday, March 17, 2019

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Saturday, March 09, 2019

Spring

Caught in spring’s mildness
An impulse to surrender
To the fallen blooms

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

Destiny - Part X: The End is Not

Some ends are never meant to be
Or go beyond what others see;
Some stories old revive with time,
Told by aged men for just a dime:

Sailors witnessed close to the dust
A ghosting ship of wooden cast
As breaks the waves as high they are
With a pirate flag on its spar.

Quite modern ships dared on its tail,
In the attempt all seemed to fail -
That ghost was fast, faster than wind,
In just a flash its image thinned.

A drunk seaman swore on its beard
A young captain’s voice to have heard
How it commands in an old tongue
As others warble an aged song:

“Oh old Mary, your heart’s ever young
From grip of fate we are all flung,
We love the seaway and fear not,
To captain’s voice we listen ought!”

How much, how much she loved this song,
She felt so young, she felt so strong,
There was no wave that could resist,
In captain’s wish she found her gist.

The captain felt he’d not aged a bit,
Was even faster in his wit -
Was with his love and all’s that counts,
Doesn’t all in fact to love amounts?

They used to sail from sea to sea -
Unbound by time, forever free,
Afar from world and what it brings,
Apart from fate and all its strings.

In flight years passed with hundreds now,
The oceans changed no matter how,
The mankind raised as fast it fell -
No one has lived enough to tell.

Far, far away from the known shore
A ghosting ship not searching more -
Pushed by her love she travels fast,
She found her way into the gust.

Monday, March 04, 2019

Saturday, March 02, 2019

Lives

Of what great use
One thousand lives
If can’t feel one



Of what great use
One thousand lives
If one can’t feel

Containment

Noisy parrots
Crossing the blue sky
Contained chaos

Friday, March 01, 2019