Art

how is it possible this small old lady
lands a mighty blow with her slightest effort?
decades of battle experience is not for naught
a flick of her wrist, a flash of light,
and the weight of a monument crushes down
I thought I would show her and everyone
how much I had grown over the past month
yet in a blink of an eye, I am humbled.
those with decades of experience need not a word
their gestures emanate with proofs.

4.8.2023

August 31st, 2017

I took this photo on the night of August 31st, 2017, just before I moved out of my apartment in Boston, MA.

Two relationships, two jobs, and two roommates passed in this apartment. I shaved my hair on my own in the bathroom of this apartment for the first time. I went back to my religion on my own for the first time. I had a white Turkish Angora cat for the first time in this apartment.

2017 was the year I would have graduated with a degree that I did not want had I chosen to stay safe. This is where I faced the consequences as a result of deciding not to stay safe. I laughed. I cried.

This photo is a reminder that I chose my life.

Bug

at first, I noticed a few things missing;
a little bit of food, a few notebooks,
and then a few photos.
I started to wonder if there was a bug;
a bug that gnaws at precious things.
I called an exterminator, but it didn’t stop.
I remembered: whatever you resist persists.
so I invited the bug to be a friend;
besides, there are a few people I call friends
and had spent much more dinners with them
than what I had lost to this bug.
if the bug will take what it will take regardless,
why not get to know the bug while at it?
forgive the ugly part, and move on with goods.

4.7.2023

Impermanence

life is short, in retrospect.
everything changes too,
contrary to expectations & wishes.
as people and places ebbs and webs,
sensing when is the time to let go
and when is the time to get a grip
is a serene balance.
may there be a courage to move forward
with faith in heart
hopefully leading to a peaceful night.

4.3.2023