Endless Life


​The narrow paths.
​Kindled and fed.
​Confirm a thousand things.
​And flourish like
​a bright flowing stream.
​Cast only with delusion
​and past days.
​The day light dies.
​Leaving only the sound
​of temple bells.
​Echoing in ten thousand
days of darkness.

Winter footsteps

Determined to travel.
Tomorrow, I set out again.
Afterall, it is almost spring.
New paths, new roads
and a bit of madness in me.
But always a traveller’s heart
beating with curiosity.
And a yearning to stay away
from those narrow roads.