The morning fast approaching
Leaves no time behind,
Just as gravity’s keep has swayed
Yet another tides the day.

My dad introduced me to a shiatsu practitioner,
Shiatsu is:
Japanese acupressure.

The gentleman, named Fujikawa,
told me the body is mechanical.
Pain, he said as he pressurized and stretched me, is real.
“Real pain” was his phrase. He repeated it often.

Fellow reader,
take care of the body while you have health. The body is a gift from nature. In my own case, I grew up not exercising much. Exercise may be a missing part of your life. —

I’m leaving all the time.
I chase the part
only to see it off
into the heavens-
while me,
here,
crude,
continues disillusionment.
You will never be mine.

The heart is a fickle thing.
Though warmth is in its nature,
what one counts as kind
the mind demands as tax.

Home for the holidays
And even though I have woken up late every day
My mom has waited for me to go out to lunch

By the grace of Neptune, and the humor of heaven,
We are free to carry on erroneously.
To the unsounding ailing, time has no meaning,
And in reality, indeed, presence is fleeting.