You Ask Me

You ask me, my Love
What a heart I want to hug.
That that that sense
Senses as deep, vast, warm and clear
With a throne for it to roar--

roar? or meow…. 😻

Dandelions

It's dandelions
Waving me sweetly saying
"Your greeting turns me
To be."
They nod to my footsteps.
They wave to my breathing.
They be in this journey--
A chain of dreams
That fly to their home,
You.

yellow cuty!

dreams ready to go home

a celebration of meanings

it’s just everywhere — dandelions in Japan grass verge

some to be delivered

Bowing

Bowing, Beloved
I to all telling me off
That I am lower.

I’m bowing to all, I’m in a lowest position to respect the whole universe–

Thank you.

Brightened

Dear Life....
Even if you're as gloomy as dull days,
I'll brighten you up.
There is so much colour saved for
You.

let’s start with yellow

then more…..

yet I truly know my colours don’t always make others’ day so I decided to be as bright as I can be & won’t let others’ colour bother me

Signs Everywhere

Signs are everywhere
Telling me what river says.
Hi Numbers, thank you.

26 is like poets telling me to keep writing poems outside work.

36 is telling me to be just human being.

79 is telling me to make decision strongly when needed.

can you see the bird? 💕 what sign is that?

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

😁

This Love

This love, Beloved
Flies from nowhere to your head
That thinks not of me.
Do I exist when you do?
Rose tint that will fade away--

the wish is for red roses but what’s coming is red butterflies that will keep the cycle on and on.

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

Folded Paper

Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing

Fast Moving Slow Time

If I could fold time,
I would fold it a thousand times
So I could meet you soon.

Yet if time were folded a thousand times,
How short time would be,
And how short I can chat with you.

Can time be made origami?
Being a flower when I'm with you,
Its petals would be sprayed with gallons of musk
That evaporates like your shadows--
Being white paper when I'm alone,
It would be on which I write signs
That would easily guide the meanings-- and
The riddle is over.

How about it?

or slow moving fast time

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