I need sleep
yet the dream
keeps me awake.
yet I know:
keep your head cool
as your heart heats up
9.3.2023
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I need sleep
yet the dream
keeps me awake.
yet I know:
keep your head cool
as your heart heats up
9.3.2023
as the front runner said,
“you gotta follow your heart.”
even if it is to stick your head
into the mouth of a tiger,
if you go with your full heart
you won’t regret it.
if you do anything half-hearted,
that’s when you will see yourself
languishing in eternity.
follow your heart.
accept this path.
8.17.2023
this fleeting moment
nothing is permanent
rather than what’s visible
it’s the invisible that lasts longer.
for example:
the soft warmth wrapped by lazy summer sunset
the silky softness summer breeze carries
the quiet steadiness a resolved heart feels.
do not cry;
rather smile.
remember to keep your playful heart
without looking away from the lions.
5.17.2023
I remember the four seasons in that house.
in the summer, I can see the dark blue sky
through a sun window tilted diagonally.
I’d lay on the bed, reading William Matthews.
in the fall, I can pick a dried brown leaf
of a chestnut tree & make a wish
for a magical season to begin.
in the winter, I can see the back yard,
now piling up with thick, soft snow,
through kitchen window
as I wash bowls that had dumpling soups.
in the spring, I would stare at sunset,
glistening in a silent glorious opera
through budding green tree leaves
as I finish packing boxes.
the squeaking sound of wooden floors,
the table of vynil record player,
and the bottle of wine.
I remember the scent of the moment.
5.12.2023
I don’t know what to call it.
Memory? Shadow? Spirit?
One moment you see a person,
the next, you don’t see them.
Your friend, your mom or dad, your teacher,
one moment you see them with your eyes.
the next, you don’t.
So you believe.
You believe they are there with you.
just out of sight,
but they are there with you.
When I walk on the street,
or sit in an empty room,
I feel their presence.
And I remember/sense/imagine:
The way they talk,
the way they gesture,
the way they tell you
that they love you.
it is unmistakable.
I want to tell them:
“I remember all of you”
so I try leaving such tenderness
in the hearts of those dear to me.
As they have done for me.
5.4.2023
it’s a dream, in a way, you know,
no matter what may be going on around you,
you keep staring at the star in the dark night.
in the top floor of a high rise,
through window bars of a basement,
in the middle of cemetery,
or amongst ocean of people at a party,
you keep staring at the star in the dark night.
it’s okay if you lose the ground
it’s okay if the tower falls down.
keep staring at the star
and make a wish upon it from your heart.
4.19.2023
I wanted to let the tears flow.
I bit the tip of my tongue with my teeth,
yet I did not cry.
then I remembered how unfair it was
that what I know now is unknown to my past
I stared at my youthful, naive self crumbling
as the inevitable lances fell from above
I spoke, out of pain, but no voice let out
instead, thick drops of tears fell down.
4.13.2023
have you realized
your heart is beating?
as if it is another creature saying,
“I am alive!”
it is beating
even the moment
you ponder on this
and surprise, surprise:
that heart is you.
you are the heart
incessantly beaming at the world
even if you are tired, sad, or depressed
remember this.
the heart is you.
1.23.2023
one is enough
among the many, one is enough.
enough to fill the heart with sunset
enough to feel the touch deep in the chest
one is enough among the many.
so, stop dozing off in that corner of the room.
get up, and brace yourself for a parade
one day your chance will come too soon
you’ll want to catch it at any rate
let that star be shining upon you;
the lucky ones, unlucky ones, all of you.
for the brave heart deserves a respect
may it venture the world with a circumspect
1.1.2023
it was as if the sky had cleared
by a water fall of shooting stars
across the stratosphere
a hot, thundering roar passed by.
what’s left is reverberating, spacious, and cool.
like an ironclad hammered
in smouldering ember,
cooled in deep blue ocean,
my head was clear like deep space,
full of wonders, possibilities, and unknowns
my heart willingly churning
for more adventures.
suddenly, all my fears became jokes
for hearty laughters.
what gives?
will this last?
I am just grateful to have a glimpse
through this window of clarity.
let’s see what we have for tomorrow.
11.28.2022
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