Needle

It’s a throw grain of salt into an ocean
Watch where it flows into a scene

Lightly dancing on a twinkling snaps of splashes,
it grooves along the waves

Swirling slowly, loftily into the sea.
From the white emerald, to dark and darker sapphire it sinks.

Letting its body pulled by sole gravity.
It alone journeys towards its destiny.

In the pitch bottom,

It’s said to be singing.

Singing a song of a dream.
Not of its glorious and lush past,
Not of its twinkling future,

But of its journey.

A journey that has not yet ended.

6.24.2019

Book

No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle

Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely

Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.

In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.

When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah

Another day, another fight, another dance.

6.23.209

Book

No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle

Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely

Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.

In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.

When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah

Another day, another fight, another dance.

6.23.209

Frying Pan

Thrown into a frying pan,
A seed of rice danced tip-toeing on hot iron.
Strange neighbors joined in

A long crooked red paprika laid lazily
Highlight green bok choy laughed hysterically
Sluggish egg yolk turned into cute shrubby flowers

Strange place is a world on top of a frying pan, strangers dancing together, racing towards the end that is both the mystery and the miracle.

6.21.2019