This heart is working
And resting while you're pulsing.
Never stop loving--
it’s a machine producing vibe in life, hope in every step — heart it is
This Heart
Tag: 5-7-5
A Ghost Within
She's a ghost within
Drawn with steps, breaths and thoughts.
Colouring a life--
a ghost within reminding me everyday that no one is perfect
a self portrait of 50% or maybe 0% or maybe 100% each day I touch it
looking like a ghost of my own dead
😁
Pretty Blooms
Pretty blooms, my love
Silently welcomes a smile.
Always surprising--
do you see the slim line? a stem of flowers to be – golden shower, the shower room gang
Coffee
A cup of coffee
That I've never sipped-- yet I'm
Intoxicated.
Dissolved
Dissolved, Beloved
To the air that we both breathe.
I'm full with your love.
Blossom
It's cherry blossom
Gracefully sway down to earth.
Mother's pink blanket--
under late cherry blossom, Himeji
Rain
Dress and umbrella
Get wet by the dancing rain.
Water festival--
Bright
It's bright, Beloved.
Not a day. Not a night. You--
Shine with rays of sun..
bright within
Playing
Shadow, Beloved
With whom this body's playing.
Well dissipated--
some people prefer working on their shadows, I’m in
Written
Oh, Beloved, my!
It's written. Who will read it?
If no heart recites.
maktoub
Silhouette
🍀
Three
It's three, Beloved
Walking the path to the light.
Bless us. Please bless us.
Folded Paper
Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--
bowing to the soul by not bowing
Heliconia
A dazzling beauty
Charms the sight from a corner.
Heliconia--
heliconia
White Flowers
White flowers, my love
Hidden behind a faint smile--
A sweet scene to see
💕
It’s All Around You
It's all around you
The music that falls in love
With that that plays it.
let’s dance until all notes fall off
Curtains
Curtains, Beloved:
Drawn to find your pretty face;
Closed to hide my heart--
“hello, black cat”, said a lady
“hello, white shadow”, said a cat
Weeping Reed
Weeping reed, my love
Sway gracefully by the breeze.
Longing for summer--
💕
I’ve Started Thinking
I've started thinking
And it's started with you. You
That I've been thinking--
you’re the rhythm in the musical staff; you’re the rhyme in my head
The Waving Hair
The waving hair, Love.
The ears listening to you.
Black, white, green and blue.
turquoise, Beloved…. 🍀
Anything But King
being a pawn, Love:
walk up then be anything.
anything. but king--
you just need to safely walk; yet there shall be purpose, plan, strategy, rescue, re-evaluate of steps all the way across the line
🍀
The Wolf to The Moon
The wolf to the moon
"I miss you, the eye of nights."
She sets, counting days.
time starts with the count of a rise
love starts with the count of a prayer
trust starts with letting go
space starts with acceptance
you & I starts when both howl in unison — calling what’s the moon is hiding
Riding
Riding blue, my love
Brings me to a green heaven.
Turquoise celebrates.
Songs I’ve Sung
Songs I've sung, my love
Call the secret of this life.
Shown before these eyes--
singing to the birds under the Moon
The Vase
It's either fragrance
Or colours, filling the vase.
Don't forget the shape.
pretty!
The Moon
Scoop the moon for her,
Who has been waiting for you.
Over and over--
yummy!
Composed
Colours, Beloved
Emit messages through air
Wrapped by sight of yours.
why do they think I flirt if I’m a complete composition with which life sings, a finished painting in which symbols are spread, an unrolled land on which my whole body rests every night
i let them misunderstand the way they think they understand me
🌻
I Tell My Black Horse
I tell my black horse
To nod at the blue mountain.
We're ready to climb.
it’s the climb that gives the journey hope to see things from different perspectives every time the traveler stops to let the horse grass before walking up….
…. and fear that something unexpected happens on the way
it’s a journey though worth taking
Not Against The Odd
Not against the odd--
Beloved, you hear my songs
From a deepest cave.
for some people it’s odd to stay in a cave; to me it’s the most suitable option in this era — being low key, known by very few people; maintaining & upgrading physical, mental, spiritual stability
a quiet life is a blessing, second to none
longing for love and the brightest light to keep this journey steady only to the truest true
🍀
The Cave
Where is the quiet cave
Where I can read books, sleeping?
It's where trust is lost.
if I’m to live in a cave, l’d like to be in a cave with a library & a kitchenette
rike jokanan 
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