Ferry

The passageway
Between two cloudlands
A gold coin’s worth

Mural

If one can’t scribe free
What value the bricks
Of golden castles

Roots

One finds his roots
Where others’ twigs lie
One golden bough

Touch

Under man’s touch
Life turns into gold
With time in dust

Autumn

This oak tree
Got gold colors
In its shades

Sweep

High tides erase
The steps of the wise
Gold virgin sands

Injustice

The silvery light
Makes no justice to these days
Golden-like autumn

Perfection

Candid perfection
Hides itself in now moments
Gold sand in the wind

Golden Cracks

One tries to move on
Though heart breaks into pieces
Gold filling the cracks


About the art of filling cracks of broken objects with gold see kintsugi