Beauty

An unknown beauty

Lets itself undiscovered

So is one's old self 

Haiku

A tiny green frog
Caught in haiku's pond
Self-referencing

Fireplace

Heart burns to each thought

Never meant to be fulfilled 

Igniting old fires

Gifts

Rivers turn back

The entrusted gifts
Flowing away

Roads

Late to be humans
Too early to be called gods
Roadways to nowhere

Search

There's something there
In the midst of storm
Searching for us

Blossoms

Lotus blossoms
To be awaken
By the sunrise

Fragments

Look at religions
Crumbled upon their own weight
One thousand mirrors

Distance

One seeks freedom
When cage is too close
To his own thoughts

Panorama

Crystal-clear rivers
Holding images
Of the alps within

Flight

Finite mirrors
Of the worlds to come
Restless swans

Autumn

Autumn's raindrops
Bubble in windows
Commonplace errs

Whispers

So far winds blow
Through the falling night
Leaves whisper

Moonshine

The whisky clings
To old memories
Some rocks ahead

Walk

Letting my soul
On your steps' pavement
Don't walk to harsh

Convergence

Numbers disappear
In finit universes
Of infinity

Call

Call me a rebel

Lost are my causes 

In seas of roses

Call me a river

Lost is the spring well

To destination

Call me a mountain

Lost is the structure

Of my long searching

Call me a human

Lost I am in crowds

Of sound religions

Call me the lightness

Lost is the darkness

Between written words

Call me the soundless

Lost shout out the thoughts

In deepest silence

Don't call me at all

I will find my self

Wherever I am

Walls

Bricks of war

Too high the walls

That aren't there 

Shadows

Night’s shadows
Succumb in whispers
Storm of ghosts

Leap

Peaceful pond

The leap of a frog

That isn't there

Rainfall

Images of rain
Ripple through each fall
Decadent old thoughts

Waves

Rebellious waves
Vanishing into the sea
To be thus reborn

Flow

Scattered moments
What is gained by day
Is lost by night

Beauty

Rose's beauty
A petals' clinging
To the whole

Threads

Each path a thread
A thousand roads
Bring one nowhere

Counting

Into sunset
Counting the shadows
Left by the trees

Mockery

A Buddha's statue
Reducing the gods
To own's nothingness

Home

The home of one's thoughts
Shelters a whole life
Does it rain outside

Letters

So many letters
Stacked into one's soul
Bridges to no lands

Illusory

So many nice words
For the nothingness of it
More emptiness

Reverie

One falls in love
With blurred images
Of his past

Dreams

Willow's arms
The flowing river
A tree's dream

Haiku

Stealing words
From nature's sounds
Haiku's soul

Mirroring

The river receives
Everything except the self
Of an gone image

Becoming

On the path
Of becoming gods
Dying a lit

Ripples

Morning prayings
Echoes in one's mind
A bell's ringing

Creation

With each thought
Touching the paper
Something dies

Emptiness

One writes whole books
To fill the void solitude
From his own thoughts

Windy

We call it love
The wind that blows
From heart to heart

Being

In one’s happiness
This deep despair
Of not being  

Raindrops

Unnumbered raindrops
Molding to same form
Oceans of despair

Bridges

Some cross the bridges
Before arriving to them
Majestic shadows

Madness

Even the madness
In whirlpool of thoughts
Infinity lurks

Silence

One clap of hands
Silence comes after
As beforehand

Emptiness

In an empty room
One hears one's echo
Searching another