Walking Eastward

14th Aug 201914th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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I look at the faces,
and hear an old tune.
A sound of non-being
fills the void.
My mind goes wandering,
still the darkness.

But along deaths path,
towards distant hills –
I still behold the moon
and river waters clear.
There, my song
charms me asleep –
until the end.

A door to yesterday

13th Aug 201913th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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A picture I came across from my trip to South Korea. I wrote this poem a couple of days ago.

The shape of the day,
and smell of a summer shower.
Before, she made it something.
Now, the bird song
shortens a memory lane.

A spot of sunlight changes its grip,
the earth shakes.
Just enough to remind me,
that death is death –
all over again.

A new road

10th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My Pictures: Taken last night.

Once in life, I was amongst

the well-known flowers –

yet always withering.

The darkness chasing after me,

a suffering for no reason.

So, I took to the road

from sunset to sunrise –

to recover what I had lost.

With hope and searching hands.

A place for Apparitions

9th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

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I escape to the coffee cafes,
to hide myself.
Again a pen and solitude,
hold a guardian spirit.
And inside, an alternative
to a fog of fatigue.
The powerful totems, stand tall.

A travelling poet

18th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture: A wall picture in a restaurant this evening.

A poet moves forward,
there is always another poem…..
my joy in life – all else was left behind.
Tomorrow I will travel,
and enjoy it.
Another search for words,
with white light – giving them glow.
I can see my breath,
and a silver moon through the trees.
Just like the old days.

Night of the firefly’s

17th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

I intended
never to grow old.
Or be a man,
with fish bones …..ambling
out of bed to find love.

But age comes,
on sand and each grain.
Yet, I still want to see sunshine
at the beginning of summer.
And meet you once again,
on thin ice.

Snow is on the way

16th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My drawing this evening.

A tune of being,

filling the void.

A paradise by the river…..

I wonder where the winds

of winter have gone.

And then……

I shift my pillow

closer to the moon.

Encased by winter

15th Jul 201915th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture; Harbin, Heilongjiang, China.

On a journey, ill

my mind wanders.

I thought about you,

in the heart of the fire.

The sky cracking,

adrift between the

earth and heaven.

A sudden death with eyes,

and the last nights of nights

I have tasted life…..

to its utmost.

Talking trees of Xinxiang

14th Jul 201914th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My picture: Taken yesterday evening.

Adrift between the earth and sky,
I asked the trees what they were talking about.

“Today, this moment
and how to leave the world
….. there’s nothing in it”
They replied in a chorus.

I knew then, this was the right place.
Nothing more.
Nothing more.

How to live

13th Jul 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

I look at the faces, and hear an old tune. A sound of non-being fills the void. My mind goes wandering, still the darkness.

But along deaths path, towards distant hills – I still behold the moon and river waters clear. There, my song charms me asleep – until the end.

The shape of the day, and smell of a summer shower. Before, she made it something. Now, the bird song shortens a memory lane.

A spot of sunlight changes its grip, the earth shakes. Just enough to remind me, that death is death – all over again.

Once in life, I was amongst

the well-known flowers –

yet always withering.

The darkness chasing after me,

a suffering for no reason.

So, I took to the road

from sunset to sunrise –

to recover what I had lost.

With hope and searching hands.

I escape to the coffee cafes, to hide myself. Again a pen and solitude, hold a guardian spirit. And inside, an alternative to a fog of fatigue. The powerful totems, stand tall.

A poet moves forward, there is always another poem….. my joy in life – all else was left behind. Tomorrow I will travel, and enjoy it. Another search for words, with white light – giving them glow. I can see my breath, and a silver moon through the trees. Just like the old days.

I intended never to grow old. Or be a man, with fish bones …..ambling out of bed to find love. But age comes, on sand and each grain. Yet, I still want to see sunshine at the beginning of summer. And meet you once again, on thin ice.

A tune of being,

filling the void.

A paradise by the river…..

I wonder where the winds

of winter have gone.

And then……

I shift my pillow

closer to the moon.

On a journey, ill

my mind wanders.

I thought about you,

in the heart of the fire.

The sky cracking,

adrift between the

earth and heaven.

A sudden death with eyes,

and the last nights of nights

I have tasted life…..

to its utmost.

Adrift between the earth and sky, I asked the trees what they were talking about.

“Today, this moment and how to leave the world ….. there’s nothing in it” They replied in a chorus.

I knew then, this was the right place. Nothing more. Nothing more.

A tender breeze

above the city,

melts away many

kinds of suffering.

Now as a spirit,

I am free to roam

and look up at the sky.

You change and change,

I change and change.

Our lives mirrored

in day-time glory.