Chess

An old chessboard’s rules
Entrap the mind of players
Into wins and loss

Dive

How much further down
Until one knows is falling
How much further up

Twilight

Through words one tells
The light from darkness
A madman’s dream

Extremes

Some find a truth
And settle right there
At farthest sides

Mastery

From suffering
A master is born
And disciples

Theater

People acting
From morning till dusk
No puppeteer

Entrapment

A butterfly
Caught in a circle
Who would have thought

Metamorphosis

Words transform night
Into wonderful mornings
Dreaming in meanings

Incense

From a scent stick
Ashes drawn by wind
To its senses

The Catcher

When the wind grieves
And stars are falling
There to catch them

Hollow

Between the clouds
Barking at the moon
No dog around

Emptiness

An empty square
An old man sweeping
Its emptiness

Trifles

What’s a candle
Without its lit fire
Glancing knick-knack

Depth

A small lake
Inside a sea
Words' nature

Braveness

A brave little girl
Climbed a grizzled old poplar
Returning pale leaves

Colors

Patches of colors
Individualities
Enrich wood’s pallet

Craft

Even dead leaves
Can become vessels
Of daring thoughts

Zen

Some left their Zen
On top of mountains
They never climbed

Evolution

Who would have thought
We would become gods
By playing gods

Fall

How much heart loves
Falling into traps
Mind can’t control