Jump

Motionless frog

Stares at the pond

Nothing to say

Senseless

Senseless pouring rain
Over a desert of pain
Noise in seas of hope

Freedom

One finds freedom

In the boundless space

Thrown away

Words

Simplest book

Not written yet

A prayer

Ripples

Stars collapsing
Into a mind's blue
Ripples the sky

Life

Life feels like rabbits

Chasing a gold goose

That isn't even there 

Embrace

The night has eyes
The dark embraces
Out of the blue

Mirroring

On snake's tail
The butterfly swings
Two mirrors

Storm

A cold summer wind

Rushing through poems

Not even written

Time

Yesterday

Just the memory

Of today

Rain

Grasping the rain

Till there's no rain left

Into the rain

Home

On my way home

I think of dwelling

Then of the road 

Celestial

Nebula's fingers
Spread into unknown
Down to one's windows

Steps

How many stones
A thought may pass
To clean the self

Whispers

Talking to the wind
On a long-forgotten bridge
A river's whispers

Pieces

Lit bit of hope
In chunks of drama
All one can eat

Beauty

Born in pain
Ending in pain
Beautiful

Light

Fireflies linger
Upon midnight thoughts
Entrapped lightness

Identity

Nothingness in me
As nothingness of your self
Equals something more

Blossoms

Nobody loughs
At the blooming spring
Day-crossing ghosts