Sitting under the tree
meditating
Smelling of a fresh mowed grass
Running along the river
I can hear the wind blowing
behind my ears
Listening to the Coltrane every
morning when I wake up
those are the pleasures
of my life, I thought.
Thought  boat has finally
set the fine course
Thought I've
reached it.

Still there is a lone bird
chirping deep inside.
Singing a new song
every time
I forget.

I think it's fine that
he is down there
I really don't know
what my life
would be
without him.

Let us go then, you and I
hand in hand
like a father and child
together

everything looked so
promising, early
in the day

drops falling on my head
scent of a coffee mixed
with perfume
in the hall

as we approached the world
with chilly winds on
our faces

we offered our heart,
for the heart is truly
all we had- believed in

but heart was too pure,
too foolish to face
the night

after the heart, we
offered mind, mind
started to judge and
turned back on us
.               .                .
day is slowly turning
into the nite, vapors
of reek is all I see
.                .                .
lastly, we desperately
offered our soul

nothing happened

After the countless
suns and moons
reek turned into mist
sand into grass
we into I
chaos into
serenity

as I am finally leaving
the chase behind
I feel immeasurably
at peace.