I swim,
under the twilight sky,
my heart is pounding & my arms are paddling,
struggling to breathe,
yet I push on,
to reach the other wall.

I hear,
muffled splashes
across the lanes as swimmers glide by,
though I could hardly see,
yet I could feel,
one of them fills the pool.

I wonder,
why I press on,
for my health or my heart?
by now my legs are aching and my arms are heavy,
yet it is a joy,
to be in my hiding place.

The screaming cheers
travel a distance far
in the divided hall
the yellows and blues
await the serving ball

an overhand strike
the ball speeds
across the mid-line

the yellows
dig, set & attack
the blues
fling & smack
fearless & skilled
the crowd hails

winning or defeat
is a victory for all
for the love
of volleyball

a familiar tune
breaking through the morning news
Oh yes,
it’s loy krathong

humming along to the tune
ah, I should remember
to put a thanksgiving basket
onto the river
for the goddess of water

as the candles flow
may the light
in your heart
continues to glow

On campus

the morning rain is subsiding  
while the cool air is still flowing
a live band starts to play  
in front of the library
beneath some trees
sweet and beautiful melodies
to promote a ‘happy relax’ theme

while my fingers tap to the beat
a familiar face
appears and sits
between the band
and my seat

indeed a pleasant surprise
but I should leave soon
a revision class is starting

should I stay or should I leave?

ah what a rare chance it is
to find the heart
where it wants to be,
I should stay

yet the tuition class
is where I ought to be
I should go

torn in between
I look up
to the streaks of light
slipping through
the wet foliage,

it then occurred to me
don’t think too hard
just enjoy the stay…

The wetland is in its daylight beauty
the calm water mirrors the still blue sky
upon the pond among reeds and cattails
are two elegant, wild white swans
mysterious and graceful, reflecting
the charm of Thailand and her people

The ancient Chedi stands eternal
in the gated town of the golden land
among thousand peaks, this is the primary
pilgrims take refuge and tourists wow
can one have desire and not suffer?
therein the omniscient one answers

chug a choo,
here goes the west-bound train
skimming brooks and hopping lakes
wheeling its way
into the fading rays
some head home,
some to new hope
can one sit still in a rumbling train?
through the windowpane
up in the sky
a timid star shines

He’s the father
the light that guide
the rain that shower
the land with hope

look up now
he is in the clouds above
whispering words of comfort
giving strength
to the people he loves

this blessed memory
lingers on
a gentle warmth
in all our hearts

jīvitaṃ aciraṃ hetaṃ, āyukappaṃ sududdasaṃ;
mayameva pi ye maccā, tattha paññāya paṇḍito;
appamādaṃ ca bhāveyya, khippaṃ pi kusalaṃ kato.

Indeed this life is short, it is difficult to see the time limit of one’s life;
we are only those who are mere mortals, having fully understood thus, the wise one;
would cultivate heedfulness and also have done quickly good deeds.