One April morning rains heavily outside
my footsteps sound very muffled in the church
while the candles shine among the incense aroma


the silver-blue moon
glows in the quiet waters of Yangtze river
I have a thought for you


A gorgeous girl
Flourishes like a delicate rose
Among the streets of fast walking indifferent people


mystery things along the Inca route
walking down by a path near the river
slippery rocks in the mist
suddenly foam rises like the breath of a giant
and far away thunders roars
the Gods have spoken


These days
The claws of death lives crouched between us
but HOPE finally prevail

I watch life float by
like a dragonfly
riding the breeze.
I need to seize the
current like a
brick of gold,
soar ever upward,
above the swamps,
and dead lilies.
Transcendent light blinds
temporarily, but it's
necessary for new sight,
and stronger wings.

Colored clouds furnished the sky
Pink, yellow, orange and white
Imparting mystic images
Stimulating the view
The messages my heart decoded
To be from fire eroded
The gods and goddesses of yore
Rejuvenating my calor
The caress of passing breeze
Seemed no longer mundane
Flock of birds wafting above
Deity formation in disguise
The rays of Sun a rapid river
Flowing into ocean of air
In high plains i heard a song
Soothing my wounded crown,
Inebriating my spirit
Such calmness i had never felt
Such state far beyond pain
As the moments began to last
Intensifying my soul's goal
Time admonished the Earth to roll
And diminish the light fast
Where day endured becoming past.

~
"The sea complains upon a thousand shores"

Yet, I miss your current

passing through me

infinitely I tread this water

in the hopes you will soon awaken

like new horizon

"my precious, the sea will never rest"
~

a bird flies like an arrow
across the silent sky
master of wind and air
a song for its lover
piercing the silence
as spring draws near.

it is a shadow

of the tree
dark lighting
at the zenith of the day, tasting
the sweat on man”s forehead

the child of the sun
it is a shadow

of grass
opaque existence
angle of light
in the calmness of the earth

the child of the sun
it is a shadow, silently
following the man
to the water spring
in the valley of springs,

the mother sun
quenches its thirst
with the tears of the earth,

the child of the sun
it is a shadow