As lightly as it fades

23rd Aug 201923rd Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A picture a friend sent me. A poem I wrote this morning.

You’re crying here,
silence but in darkness.
A thousand poems,
grafted from
the waves at dawn.

My dreams, hold more solitude
than noisy crowds.
A single echo returning
as it came – a life of moon,
sun and flowers.

I’m amazed there’s still
all this space inside me.

One summer moon

20th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Pictures taken on my travels.

Not even for a moment,
do things stand still in my life.
A cool breeze sweeps each path,
as conversations grind away.

The moon never hides, and I never wait to live
– or to be born again.
And somehow, with death and love behind me
even the dark clouds show the ways.

Walking on the beach

19th Aug 201919th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A picture I took in South Korea and a poem I wrote this morning.

The woman is alone,
walking on the beach.

Is she a kind woman?
What happened to her yesterday?

I thought about saying ‘hello’,
and finding out.

But that’s not polite, and I
don’t know anything about her.

In the end…
I said “hello”, in Korean.

She smiled
and walked on.

Beauty is a shell

18th Aug 201918th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My pictures: Taken yesterday evening

By the river,
I saw the water lilies swaying –
and the dragonflies
sweeping the sky’s edge.
But soon this, too – shall pass.

As far as summer is from winter,
so am I from you now.
I have not come easily this way,
but painfully and with death
scored in every step.

Half- minded to escape,
I looked for something familiar.
A man’s life with a woman,
and the flowers I once spread
at her feet.

But memories of wails and anguish
are always there.
Half-sunken, but crying out in the old.
They bring back suffering,
until love has its way – again.

A red wind wall

17th Aug 201917th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A picture I took inside Labrang Monastery , Xiahe, Gansu Province. I wrote this poem this morning.

A red wind wall

On this narrow stretch
only lonely things come and go.
Dim shadows and faint
flickering’s of an adorable woman
– who loved me till the end of life.

And in this place, no miracles occurred
– there was nothing to it.
In a shadow of death,
final words are hard to find.
I only say then ” I love you”.
Nothing more, Nothing more.

An empty space

16th Aug 201916th Aug 2019 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A picture taken yesterday evening.

One sky, one moon….
There is no one to talk with,
all through the night.
My solitude is now deep
and snow covered.
For what moments
have I been living?
A few quick sounds
and distant echoes.
Until the frost comes again

Tattered memories

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

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To be lonely, and raise my face
to a mirror on life.
To gaze at the stars every night
and lament for nothing.
Is to waver between
life and death – and
become a single-body.
That moment, when even
the rushing streams cease
all their flowing
And the hills and mountains,
overturn.

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 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.

Encased by winter

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

You’re crying here, silence but in darkness. A thousand poems, grafted from the waves at dawn.

My dreams, hold more solitude than noisy crowds. A single echo returning as it came – a life of moon, sun and flowers.

I’m amazed there’s still all this space inside me.

Not even for a moment, do things stand still in my life. A cool breeze sweeps each path, as conversations grind away. The moon never hides, and I never wait to live – or to be born again. And somehow, with death and love behind me even the dark clouds show the ways.

The woman is alone, walking on the beach.

Is she a kind woman? What happened to her yesterday?

I thought about saying ‘hello’, and finding out.

But that’s not polite, and I don’t know anything about her.

In the end… I said “hello”, in Korean.

She smiled and walked on.

By the river, I saw the water lilies swaying – and the dragonflies sweeping the sky’s edge. But soon this, too – shall pass.

As far as summer is from winter, so am I from you now. I have not come easily this way, but painfully and with death scored in every step.

Half- minded to escape, I looked for something familiar. A man’s life with a woman, and the flowers I once spread at her feet.

But memories of wails and anguish are always there. Half-sunken, but crying out in the old. They bring back suffering, until love has its way – again.

A red wind wall

On this narrow stretch only lonely things come and go. Dim shadows and faint flickering’s of an adorable woman – who loved me till the end of life.

And in this place, no miracles occurred – there was nothing to it. In a shadow of death, final words are hard to find. I only say then ” I love you”. Nothing more, Nothing more.

One sky, one moon…. There is no one to talk with, all through the night. My solitude is now deep and snow covered. For what moments have I been living? A few quick sounds and distant echoes. Until the frost comes again

To be lonely, and raise my face to a mirror on life. To gaze at the stars every night and lament for nothing. Is to waver between life and death – and become a single-body. That moment, when even the rushing streams cease all their flowing And the hills and mountains, overturn.

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 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.

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.

You’re crying here,
silence but in darkness.
A thousand poems,
grafted from
the waves at dawn.

My dreams, hold more solitude
than noisy crowds.
A single echo returning
as it came – a life of moon,
sun and flowers.

I’m amazed there’s still
all this space inside me.

Not even for a moment,
do things stand still in my life.
A cool breeze sweeps each path,
as conversations grind away.

The moon never hides, and I never wait to live
– or to be born again.
And somehow, with death and love behind me
even the dark clouds show the ways.

The woman is alone,
walking on the beach.

Is she a kind woman?
What happened to her yesterday?

I thought about saying ‘hello’,
and finding out.

But that’s not polite, and I
don’t know anything about her.

In the end…
I said “hello”, in Korean.

She smiled
and walked on.

By the river,
I saw the water lilies swaying –
and the dragonflies
sweeping the sky’s edge.
But soon this, too – shall pass.

As far as summer is from winter,
so am I from you now.
I have not come easily this way,
but painfully and with death
scored in every step.

Half- minded to escape,
I looked for something familiar.
A man’s life with a woman,
and the flowers I once spread
at her feet.

But memories of wails and anguish
are always there.
Half-sunken, but crying out in the old.
They bring back suffering,
until love has its way – again.

On this narrow stretch
only lonely things come and go.
Dim shadows and faint
flickering’s of an adorable woman
– who loved me till the end of life.

And in this place, no miracles occurred
– there was nothing to it.
In a shadow of death,
final words are hard to find.
I only say then ” I love you”.
Nothing more, Nothing more.

One sky, one moon….
There is no one to talk with,
all through the night.
My solitude is now deep
and snow covered.
For what moments
have I been living?
A few quick sounds
and distant echoes.
Until the frost comes again

To be lonely, and raise my face
to a mirror on life.
To gaze at the stars every night
and lament for nothing.
Is to waver between
life and death – and
become a single-body.
That moment, when even
the rushing streams cease
all their flowing
And the hills and mountains,
overturn.

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 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.