Rolling Stone

He was living his life sheltered, Stunned by a series of mis-happennings.   Now running away from chances, perceived as risks, Unaware that living life fully is worth all the hurt that may come after.

Vibrant Hues

Life is already weaving its designs. Ahead of us flows an invisible web of colored strings Bonding to form the most vibrant fabric imaginable, Binding the very threads that make up our souls.

The Art of Poetry (II)

Poetic worlds inspire. Wise words that sing to you like you have known their melody all along. Words so simple and direct that they resonate at your core instantly, their message imprinted at the back of your mind for days and days to come.

川は流れる*

Walking up the river stream, water gently splashes on my limbs.   With a light pep in the steps I hum and turn around, encouraged –   I hear you laugh and whistle along.   I smile.   To you I feel connected. 

Crossroads

Eyes reach, meet shyly. Lips share soft words clumsily. Souls smile heartily.

Photograph

Irresistibly I am drawn to you. Dawn of another life etching before me, as your shades exposed to light imprint on live film. A new page is turned. Time unfolds, performs, acts as a complex series of chemical baths, developing, then stopping, fixing, and washing.

Sunny Smile

“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” ― Joseph Addison

Ephemeral Life

– i – Little shadows dancing on asphalt screen. Wings fluttering unseen, owning the air, as we are bound to ground. Tiny weightless bodies, heaving high and low, flitting up and down, gently brushing by, circling, grazing disturbed skin, stunned by foreign touch.

Lost in Translation

Caught between beds, hours borrowed to Night. Torn between people – no rest. Moments rushed. Lost self.   I wish I could split, live fully in many places at once. There is never enough time.

In the Seam

We are constantly walking between halls, of rooms, we can no longer enter – or cannot yet see – On a thin thread that ceases to exist, as soon as we land the next step. There is no walking back. No speeding up.

Pace

I’m giving you space, But you are taking so much, It feels like escape.