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Hana Feb 2022
The lull between experience is vast and holds
realizations of life changing magnitude.
The truths that spill forward demand a careful
navigator. The ocean of learning is limitless,
the waterfall of understanding is perilous.

A small vessel navigating the waters
unveiling the mysteries of the sea,
casts its net and finds an answer. It finds
something that explains a speck which
may cascade into broader understanding

Deep, abyssal valleys hide beneath
limitless calm plains of pristine blue.
Any disturbance beneath shifts the calm
into soft waves, or forces of proportion
that change the nature of being.

Many caverns remain dormant forever,
never disturbed by these shifts and are only
visited by the indifference of natures articles.
Many passed over, holding specks of truth,
grant small, precious realizations.
Dec 2020 · 57
Untitled
Hana Dec 2020
An epiphany
that feels novel every time
sends shivers of excitement down my spine.

A hope
that is constantly realized
in our everlasting mutuality.

My love for you.
Hana Nov 2020
Snowy sunrise
So beautiful and cold

Morning surprise
Your smile never gets old

Foggy daylight
It's hard to see the end

With some foresight
I see our love ascends

Purple Sunset
The shadows dark and deep

A kiss on my forehead
One day I'll never leave
Nov 2020 · 64
Moving Through Time
Hana Nov 2020
The future whispers in my ear
Tells of events that are not near
Though I have nothing to fear
Time - pass by, I need her here
Sep 2020 · 75
Suffocated
Hana Sep 2020
I am gasping for breath

but the air is filled with needles
Aug 2020 · 100
Morning
Hana Aug 2020
Wake:
A birth into events to unfold,
A  time  for  first  breaths,
A space of transition.

Think:
What awaits,
How to navigate,
Why the arrow points.

Go.
Aug 2020 · 73
Pain
Hana Aug 2020
To be punished with a sting for pursuing love
without any chance of recourse.
An ache to fill the spaces between life -
stifled by deformity, by exertion, by pain.

To resist the urge to use blood as ink
after grinding a pencil into paper until
the ideas abruptly end - not by lack of thought,
but by the lead ending at the pristine eraser.

For what causes more pain?
Halting the progress of creation
or creating at the cost of oneself?
A poem about my frustrations with carpal tunnel syndrome
Aug 2020 · 60
Time
Hana Aug 2020
The candle ember flicks – a snap that brings
eyes to close and open;
marking an instant.

A still soul – embraced by chirping sounds
and the steady tick of a clock.
Instruments filling the night air with song.

Stillness turns to motion
and then becomes still again.
As the band of crickets prepare their bows
the clock’s gears turn and twist.
Another chirp and another tick.

The stars twinkle to the unyielding rhythm
and transform the dark into a stage
where time continues, forever unchanging
where all the terrors of the world
can be put aside if only for a moment.

The clock, the crickets, the stars, the night
They all collide into the same song –
The same song that never stays the same.

— The End —