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