Your eyes are illuminated
With the red visage
Of flowers
And thus such waiting is not
Without benefit

Spring rain passed
Forget me not
The Sun greets us

Every drop
That flows
At the brook
Is given
A special task
To perform

A happy wife
Is a happy life

stay in your garden
plant a red rose
Not for another
Ready for spring

The
Garden
Of
The
world
Has no
Limits
Except
In
Your
Mind

Her
Her smiles
Her eyes
Her voice
Her laugh
Her warmth
Her existence
Her
My sister

Every song                                                             ­                             
Is the remains
Of love
Evert light
The remains
Of time
A knot
Of time
And every sigh
The remains
Of a cry


......................
By Lorca

One  day
A young man said
To an old man
How the treatment is performed
In old age
The old man said
There is a vague point
In this story
The meaning of which
You learn
In old age

A single star
Can guide
A great ship
Into sea,

Relax
           Renew                
                           Refresh

A
Cherry
Tree
Said
To
A
Old
Tree
Why
You
Haven't
Worn
Any
Earrings

Whatever you offer the world
It offer back to you

There is no end
On the road
Of the fancy

And
This is the world
Floating in uncertainty

You
Can't have
A positive life
With
A negative mind

The earth laughs
In flowers

Lifespan is a ship
We are it's sail

If a pearl
Does not go towards the sea
By itself
Its brilliance will carry it
As far as there

If you desire
To permanent satisfaction
You can learn
The way
Of fortitude
From ants

We are content
With our share
While a raven
Resorts to stealing everywhere
And is still hungry

How long do you wish
To seek seclusion?
Be a neighbour
Of a garden
Or orchard

On beautiful Lake
A mother duck
With nine ducklings

Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
I can't see

One
Day
Your
Pain
Will
Becomes
Your cure
I
Am
Sure

I have become a pretty flower
In the garden
Of times
But know not
What is end
Waiting for me

Hope
Is
The dream
Of
A
Waking
Man

I have the opportunity
To pray
For peace
And to plant
A tree
And  a new species of flower

Life is smelling
A new flower
On another global ...

Last night
A little bird said
To her mother
How long should
We remain
In a dark nest ?

Don't inquire
About the mystery
Of reality
Since It is a secret
Above thought
And supposition

Beyond the window
There is plenty
High tide of darkness
And voices
from owls

Worries is like a rocking chair
It gives you
something to do
But gets
You nowhere

Satisfy
The spirit
To increasingly
With the knowledge
Of philosophy

Your form of life
Is designed according
To your attribute ...

I am pleased to see
a happy heart

You and I have come here
To discover truth
And  in this contact the purpose
Is not enjoyment

Tear
Off
The
Mask
Your
Face
Is
Glorious

Soon
They will appear
Delicate and perfect flowers
Spring is on the way

All lamps
Should fear
All wolves
As a lesson

Nightfall
Under the twinkle
Of a fading star
Wind & Rain
They whisper together

Look
How far you have come
And how far you have to go

The forest
Waiting for spring
I
Waiting for you

Open the gate
Of the garden
To see beauty

It's your road
And yours alone
Others may walk it with you
But no one can walk it
For you

There's creativity hidden
In every flower
And grassland

If you get a chance
Go in the morning
Sit on the lap
Of a pasture

No one can say
Why a thorn was created
Since the thorn
Has its worth
In the garden

If the sun didn't shine
On the mountain
No mine could produce
Of fine quality rubies

If toy give me a hand
With benevolence
The knot of time
Will be untied
For me