Pulling the bow musical notes catapulted from the deck of the aircraft carrier fly far into the distance a roc flapping its wings on the crest of a wave a group of horses galloping on the grassland the strings are rigid the bow is flexible in between there's smoke rising there's the vastness of field when the sound is just right the sky calms down to listen to the jade ancient tide.
A beautiful girl comes and goes in and out of my dream looking up at the clouds recalling her face even though mountains block and the city full of fog my heart is not lost because she's on the other side of the shore.
Green grass decoding shapes of flowers it seems there's only sakura in the parcel of time a gardener encodes time into petals and gives them to trees a planter planting grains of words and fragrance of dew into the fleeting sand of time.
Moon falls behind hills solitary shadows autumn wind silence bits of stars vague and remote walking amongst ancient trees in a courtyard in the depths of a temple the flicker of lamps the saffron of robes the sound of wooden fish the sound of Namo Amitabha is peace quiet like a flower, a grass a wind, a rain a sand, a stone a dream, a season.
Listen the waking grass singing a hymn of spring look fish in the river sketching a picture with colorful inks the sound of spring carries a beautiful dream the ancient laughter blue gentle skies soft calm breeze shy flower buds decorating a desolate forest on the quiet windowsill there's sweet story of swallows burts of intoxicating jasmine the heart is like a kite flying around in the sky in search of it's own share of clouds.
I like poetry though i don't write it well every poem contains my thoughts every line is the perception and crystallization of my inner feelings i've read countless poems some are written by famed poets some by lovers just like myself and i always envy and admire their literary styles and talents in the world of words everyone is the original creator some play the codes elegantly some just express the moods with words plainly the world is too big and not everyone can make the texts look pretty but words bring each of us light and illumination i like poetry though i don't play it well.
Imagination is the ocean at sunset thought is a boat emotion is the wind in a morning life is the home of the sea inspiration is the direction of wind ink is the treasure of the hall love is the gold in the chest destiny is the shore imagination is lighthouse in the dark thought is a candle emotion is the symbol of a tower life is the guardian of lamp youth is the power of a tower inspiration is the source of light ink is the soulmate of life destiny is the creator of a fountain inspiration is the marching footsteps carrying inspired ideas the love of the century in the universe of life.
Clear sky returns to the land of winter the field of silence begins to breathe vigorous breaths the forest greening venerably the outline of mountains clean gentle and deep in the sky the setting sun bypasses trees over the hillside and slowly the sky turns orange the most peaceful pure twilight the sight of the brightest star in a deep sleep is a surprise a gift starlets climb onto the quiet inky village like an ancient fairy tale let us collect every sunny day then we will become as affluent as nature.
Dream is the autumn leaves the winter snow the spring water the mountain fog the rainbow the fragrance of flowers the song of birds dream truly exists.
Where there is water there is greenness where there is greenness there must be elegant shadows of butterflies feel life with your heart and you'll find beauty is all around a wandering journey is hard work but the distant landscape the trees the flowers the colors it's so poetic intoxicating it's picturesque happiness.
In the morning icy raindrop climbs up my cheek painting a dream mischievously hoisting one sail after another shadow of loneliness in silence starts to stagger in a busy world decorate the hustle and bustle with a smile perhaps it's the distance that affects the heart perhaps it's ordinary that is the nature can't say for sure rain is still falling the story continues.
The sea has a smile a charming smile that is the wave the sky too has a smile and it's the rainbow the sea has anger and that anger is stormy tide the sky has anger it's the thunder the sea has tears that's the crystal clear pearls the sky has tears that's the shooting stars at night the sea has happiness free happiness it's the fish jumping out of the water every so often the sky has happiness and it's the free-flying birds gliding toward their shelter their paradise and haven.
What is happiness some say it's a bowl of rice to allay hunger some say it's a glass of water to quench thirst what is happiness some say it's a piece of clothing to cover our bodies some say it's a pair of shoes so that we walk without hurting our feet what is happiness some say it's when you help others and you hear a thank you and your heart is touched some say happiness is family love that can melt the coldest ice in the world some say happiness is having a good job doing the things you like to do some say happiness is a warm home with that someone who cares who makes it feel summery when you're in winter dreaming some say happiness is having some close friends with whom your joy and worry can be shared what is happiness some say happiness is being wealthy enjoying a luxurious life some say it means having a healthy body having your true love what is happiness everyone has their own answer happiness is probably the companionship of peace.
In the twilight sun there's two skylarks capering about discussing i don't know what just chirruping just seem to be saying we are alive we should be jumping, singing, celebrating nobody can take this joy of life from us.
Warm sun of morning carries childhood fantasies multicolored flowers of the beach blooming with new hopes the wind rises from clime of positivity the ocean says faith is the only harbor the mountain says perseverance is the best direction.
Wind of the season cold or warm interpreting the changes of time with temperatures leaves falling and growing growing then falling radiating the glitter of life with colors swallows going south and north coursing south returning north expressing a kind of spirit with endlessness crossing the threshold of the season with gentleness.
If life was a painting and could be modified at will i want this one that belongs to me to be changed beyond recognition i would put bright colors on top of the gray parts paint many many stars in the dark corner add flowers and green leaves in the barren place and draw a river so that life would be as vibrant running towards the sea of dreams except the middle part i would keep it intact that is the only treasure worth collecting the most precious and beautiful memories.
An eagle flew away coldness sprinkled on the height of his flying the holy ice and snow of the peak the sound of wings across the crevice the pilgrimage route is forever in his heart the eternal light is his eyesight the deserted altitude the empty skies this temptation of solitude the earth with its gravitational force opens up the door of fate once again.
Lines of mountain spring converge into a brook passing through clouds through the evening mist crossing the jungle crossing an entwinement of flowers and vines.
Waves hitting rocks line struggling to escape the plane broken-shaped brightness breaking the jump of the line like the fish of time two dark blue seas one still life one billow bright waves sparkling shining flowing into quiet meditation of the sea the musing sea quietly listening to the light on the ladder of eyelash a white fish leaps out of the fissure it's the broken waves a chaotic weave of still life and animal a flower of introspection blooms in a collection of green then the blues of rain the petals of snow the bone of ice the white of frost within the wood wind crashed the light floating on paper it's past midnight.
In a boring afternoon intrigued by a few songs of birds clear and bright sound telling of the gift of nature the subtlety of the world in such a weather the appealing sound is just the cure for dullness.
If the clock of time is still in me i will walk into the distance interpret its light and luster construe its ordinary parcels find an ordinary pastille of word sit on the tip of the hour hand thinking string a rosary with its thread of time write to the mountains and rivers of the four seasons to happy days and happy people to the ordinariness of time.
Gray hair is the scalar of the fleeting time eyes are the representation of all things the mind is the heavenly body that visits the universe everyday thought is the direction shining bright.
Venus de Milo is, a myth who'd lost her arms, Pushkin, the 19th century's fall of the sun, the nights engulfing the stars, while the stars, illuminating the night, the sounds of piano, of Beethoven, piercing the sky, they are, stars that never fall.
The soft wind blows quietens a thin layer of grass there's two parallel lines of footsteps in the sand the soft wind blows long hair, a transparent kite line and a blue sky the soft wind blows healing the chaos of branches leveling the water ripples leaving a trace of bright moonlight.
Autumn arrives insects sing louder high-pitched melodies singing for autumn an endless song the music of the autumnal harvest the moon silhouetted against the treelined path walking listening to the singing of grasses the quiet night bringing beautiful reveries the autumn cold like the end of a story with the arrival of frost the song of insects will become memory a dream for the coming year.
A log cabin decorated with jasmine emitting subtle fragrance bonsai on the windowsill feeling the greenness of life it's wonderful to close the flashy door of the world collect morning dew garden everyday bathe in nature to wash away the dirt of body and mind to enjoy an eyeful of beautiful solitude at sunset.
The color green greets the eye green overspreading the vast land climbing up spirited mountain stincturing thousands of miles of river uniting the sky the wind dancing in green dress green shadows squirming on the forest floor birds on branches singing green-colored songs the air emitting green odors green is a group of girls in the meadow a band of boys in the prairie running laughing green is the quiddity of youth the most precious treasure of life.
What is happiness it is a grass born to be quiet it is a river in daylight a poetic rhyme that touches people what is happiness it is a story sung throughout the world prolonged unremitting the one sleeping in the long river of history the baby in the cradle of galaxy what is happiness it is a tired seagull sitting in a room waiting for the hut of sunset it is the gentle friendship when spring breeze is green a dog sitting on the shore facing the river in a daze what is happiness it is the red glow entering the setting sun happiness is a dream immersed in a noise.
Street corner a ray of light the pale blue sky covered with yarn depicting mystery stately buildings glowing the lost smiles stacked up in early spring passing sceneries chaotic lines erasing the grace of trees jumping thoughts plummet buried in the countryside wandering in a dream rambling in a series of flashbacks.
Withered leaves cold sun silent water are the most beautiful sceneries in the noble autumn season this may be everlasting in the eyes of hurried padestrians in this odorless season no flowers no waves no snow however the autumnal street is blooming firily glamorously a boat snuggling in autumn the earthliness is touching picturesque the sunlight like gold powder adrift in peaceful water the moon rises yearning melancholy haziness mistiness have all melted in the lengthy autumn night.
Wind gnawing moonlight a cricket hides its heart in the bushes the river flows quietly a leaf drifts into the galaxy a tiger shark in rapture lonely mist wandering on lonely road the color of night flowing silently.
Dewdrops stay on the green svelte grass in the sunshine reflecting tiny colored lights this is an emerald green four-leaf clover it contains hope love and happiness it is a symbol of luck in this lifetime.
Two birds whispering on the eaves as if telling love from that part in the south i cannot help but to eavesdrop i am envious this most simple love voiced with a just a mouth transported by the cheapest flight just one week in the gleam of spring a house is made and also their crisp leurs mots d'amour said with serenity so beautifully even if i could steal these i wouldn't be able to decipher them correctly.
Tomorrow's sun will be more brilliant tomorrow's flowers will bloom brighter tomorrow's smile will be merrier tomorrow's mission guaranteed to be accomplished it'll be okay a kind heart will fly me through every obstacle it'll be okay scared thoughts will seek the arrangements of God's will.
I heard the sakura has blossomed i heard the moonlight has spilled sakura in the moonlight a taste of peace on this windowsill moonlight embracing sakura lovingly it's their moment of intimacy i should slip away quietly and go to sleep.
Because of simplicity our romantic encounter is heavenly the beautiful rain creates a beautiful solitude for us the silence in the cinema holding hands lonely lane finally makes me believe i couldn't help myself at the seaside it's heartfelt 2 young hearts about to explode just a little sooner at an inappropriate time.
Night sitting on the edge of a river bleak searching for the broken voices of a gentleman the winds bring blue colored fatigue the box must be loaded with unbearable things she opens it in the garden then she is smeared with shadows of painters of the century past.