Moss

Moss, dear Beloved
Spreads on the soil to the wall
Where air is dampened.

my colleagues and I talked about our favourite plant: moss

I’ve seen moss as fascinated tiny growth since I was very young. I loved scraping moss on the stone, walls, trees and other possible surfaces to later observe the minuscule size of the leaves

other than the structure itself, its colour is fascinating; the dark green when it’s fresh, the light green when it looses moisture, the brown when it’s dried out

one of the gardens in my Korine Jati will be covered with moss, it’s gonna be the small garden in front of my bedroom — a humble small patch that freshens my days, a place for me where a spot is prepared to meditate and pray, a place where thought is thinking about itself, a corner where secret is whispered before silenced

dear, moss

be my best friend who is keeping my deepest hope, love, luck & faith to the

Beloved

A Green Pioneer

On a bed of giant stones,
Green pioneer is settling its foundation….
A root-like thread that’s prone
To deform hard surface to cushion.

Expanding considerably fair,
While breathing the air,
Unfolding a bed of soft mat,
Comfort to sleep for a cat.

Some fairies are lingering around,
Seeing if the fresh bed is ready,
And, landing abruptly — laughing outloud,
Hugging their own torso, a giggling spree.

moss-mountain

Picture borrowed from https://narble.wordpress.com/2015/03/20/haiku-moss/comment-page-1/#comment-699

On the bed more and more greeneries grow ahead,
On the sofness deformed under the root-like thread.
The green pioneer is chewing the stones,
Without giving pain to those soil bones.

Behold!
While sitting on the green mat —
Soft, wet and fragrant.
Thank you, Universe….
For teaching me about the happy pioneer.

Moss….

Temasek – October 14, 2015 – 1:00am