Why?

I thought your message was clear
like an echo bouncing from mountains
when I shout a call for a meeting;
empty, and no chance of ever seeing again
so it’s an unexpected surprise,
when there is a blazing trail of messages
laid out to read, but these are illegible
please, give me something, something clear
I’ve been shouting all this time
now my voice is harsh and heart is vulnerable
please show the sign to this eyes,
and I’ll make your time worth it.

10.1.2022

Call

turn the other cheek, I learned.
but it’s so hard to do
when it is a wounded creature
determined to wound others
and drop poisons in gardens to survive

should this be a calling for a rise to a need
I shall go forth and deal with this creature
though for I don’t know what future holds
I pray that I will come back safe and sound
I hope there will be happiness in the end

9.30.2022

You

I am thinking about you
you were always there
in times of hardship
in times of peace
no matter what others say
no matter what you had to go through

hang on with me just a little longer
we are pushing ahead for another run
it won’t be the last,
and no guarantee we’ll come back
but at least we are in this together.

one more time, into the fray, we go.

9.26.2022

Rise

this isn’t the time to fall asleep
this isn’t a time for a self-pity
it’s time to see the world as it is
and act on what you can change
prepare for what may be hard to change

it’s a trick of the mind you need to see through
when you walk through dark tunnel
under the weight of an ocean
I wish you a safe journey.

9.25.2022

The sun

It’s hard to describe:
it’s too bright to see
but I feel it is warm
I sense softeness in it
I also see its scorching heat
beyond words, beyond what can be seen
I believe.
it is there.
And I walk into the darkness
with the faith in my heart
and hope it will guide me the way.
it is a leap of faith.

9.24.2022

Symphony

blinded by vast horizon full of minuscule particles

lying beneath abysmally dark night sky,

I close my eyes and feel for the passing breeze,

carrying a scent, a dream-like hint, slipping into my eyes,

closed yet listening, tracing threads, weaving

a multivariate symphony of breaths,

humming and purring comfortably into the mystery.

9.24.2020