the cherry trees in full leaf
overlooking a hundred valleys
delicately and with poise
flower petals dancing in the air
seemingly so, without a care
in moments like these
I can live my life, momentarily
with appreciation and in peace
the moon
the moon so bright
silently it floats throughout the night
battered and beaten, by millions of years
its surface chipped away
its skin eaten
among the flowers
she lay there, among the flowers
her newborn eyes adjusting to the world
softly breathing in, breathing out
like a delicate spring rose
its leafs slowly unfolding
towards the sun, there she lay
among the flowers in repose
for the truth I yearn
looking through the mirror
at this opaque reflection
what I see, do I see me?
my honne or my tatamae
the picture is painted
a sketch fleshed out
formed by endless thoughts
opinions and weathering life
I blossom, I wither
as the years turn
a never ending search
for the truth I yearn
here I am
particles of silver dust
a warm embrace on a clear cold night
an endless sea of stars
here I am, here I stay
I look up, up to the sky
in its infinity, I am
forever part of our milky way
terra
like fresh fallen snow
she laid there, drifting
innocent and pure
her skin a soft red glow
almond shape
ravishingly beautiful
a brisk wind
Swept across reality
There she was
amber coloured
almond shaped eyes
A heart of gold
Seeking beauty
In this world
eyes shut
eyes shut, yet I see
the mind wanders
labyrinths of life
what is right, what is wrong
eyes shut, yet I am free
time
the tranquility of a faint
ethereal light, finding its way
through the cracks
a house shrouded in silence
the rustling of the leafs
where time used to speed away
there is now
so much time in a day
queen of the sun
so calm and so pure
you are the queen of the sun
waiting for the eyes
for the eyes to come
nights of summer
warm summer nights
deep shades of blue
stargazing, watching from the other side
together with you
disappear
pack your bags
a stranger has come
you take my hand in your palm
a new dawn is near
the light touch, the grip
the seasons change, it’s calm
it’s gone, the fear
you and i
You and I
those kisses
like explosions
in the sky
Thoughts on Life
a symphony written
young, present and old
ominous and bright
a metronome, keeping note
life rushes, we are smitten
sad, joyful and mad
blink of an eye
we wake up
we live, we die
a journey
shadow cast, contrast
they remind me of you
landscapes blurring, the horizon bending
strong lines, offsetting the bleak
beginning to break ourselves
exposing, the weak
swept away and bedazzled
running, legs asunder
we suffer, and we whisper
faster, we go, we wonder
at last, a while
atop on the peak
Prometheus
like a gusty wind
tenderly weaving its way
mountains and rivers
unexplored pathways, opulent and pure
mountains and rivers are its highway
a delicate, silhouette
disappearing, appearing
today, is a new day
Coming of a Kingdom
ethereal beams of light
the ribbit echoes
the flora scent permeates
hidden in the mind
golden almond shaped eyes
the whim of life, alive
Ghosts in the Trees
she ponders
a reality which might not exist
so firmly, that a new world
arises from its mist