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Raindrops on window,
so gloomy the day.
Such a fuss, as nothing lasts.
And yet, no resting place
for my troubled thoughts.

Drifting through
the two worlds.
I see there isn’t anything.
Now I know this,
heaven and hell
are dust in space….

Miles of rain – on the city.
On Buddhist temples,
and supermarkets,
all the same.
Sewer and river are one,
life is hard.
So, I cling to the bell,
a late evening sound
of deep winter longing.

Darkness of the night,
in the midst of
non-perfection –
is beyond all thought.
It goes its own way,
in every act – if
you remain silent
and abandon control.

Outside I hear
the grey rain on clay,
and the weight of
the trees on this earth.
Singing sorrows
and full emotions.
But time is short
for a perfect way.

qrf

I don’t want to
change the world.
But sometimes,
my heart stung
I lament for a
moment with you.
No wonder,
clouds turn into rain,
weeping down
onto all creations.

In winter tints,
the sky is purified.
From night-to-night,
I think of you.
The bell sounds,
the ringing laughter fades.
Let me enjoy
this moment, with ease.

I remember the seasons,
and the darkness between them.
Most days they speak to me,
sometimes screaming to say
everything all at once.

Occasionaly, words slip in
that make some sense.
Then, touch meets memory
and drifts deep into my body.
Ingesting all the weathers,
and all the pain.

Only 8am, already
a fast-dipping sun.
Cold seeps up my shirt,
another bite to the morning.
Outside, two birds
fly to the sun.
One falls, soon the other.
Oh no
Oh no..

I became sleepy today,
a darkness had come.
A thousand tiny branches,
swirling around me.
Black trunks, dancing in a
kaleidoscope of tears.
I remembered her,
the moment she died,
I was not afraid.
Then my life came back to me.
And I wished you could
send me a thought,
or whisper “Here I am”,

Walking by the river, on a cold day I thought of someone who loved me once. I wrote this poem.

My memories of you,
put the wind into shock.
I used to watch you everyday,
mystical and healing.
Responding to everything,
and everything else.
Now, walking by the river
your scent drifts into my body.
The smell of human consciousness,
and a glimpse of the sun,
once again.