A fish can say to a frog
   "I am a tree
    And you a leaf"
But that doesn't make it so
In truth or shade
Midst nature and in light
They were designed as neither such to be
On top of which
It's different languages they speak

The being of existence
is weird and scary
As it laughs and cries
We realize our lives
is all a dream

The being of existence
is okay with dying

And the song of a lifetime
Is never finished singing

As the numbers and pictures show
the light and shadow of us existing

It is crazy
to think our being
exists in the first place

To live under the bridge of time
And die without surprise

The being of existence

Happens to be griefing
over the passing of our life

But at the same time
It smiled with ecstasy

In awe
with the being of existence

In a time
so beautifully lived

there is a calmness at the top of a mountain–
the sweet sugar dew doesn’t
in of itself have a taste but somehow
the temperature makes it seem that way

there is a ruby mixture in the coldness
of the winter
on the snow
on the silver
cutting through a violent white

but i pretend it’s ink. i tell
you it’s ink so you don’t
ask any more questions

just look at me, dear
look at the folds in my
fingertips and know that
i am real

i am skin and bone
flesh and blood
fire and water
i am whatever
you need me to be

I hear you talk,
I see your lips moving.
The shape of your mouth forming letters after letters.

I smile and agree.
Eyes crinkle with mirth,
My voice booms in the space between us and the silence of the universe.

I see you,
I hear you,
But do I really?

I'm there, but I'm not.
I feel, but I don't.
I smile, when I feel pain
And I talk when I'm not sure what to say.

It's not me you're talking to,
But my body responding to you,
Like an autopilot.

Do, rest, be, be, be.

A wise man once told, nothing.
I listened to his silence.

Then the same man told, "write what you feel."
I honored.

Writing has always brought me comfort, the way that sunlight brings warmth. Being in the alchemy of words writing started in order to get lost, and to be found again. Journey has never been a straight line, but what if one doesn't know where he/she is going, how can he/she be lost? Seeking peace through the ink, I walk the path that I am on, a journey through time embracing the balance to conquer hope, fear and dreams, even if sometimes it lead to nowhere. But still that nowhere has been my home.When nothing seems to make sense, writing emerge as a freedom to redefine self, reflecting what can't seem to resist, thus there is always some truth behind what have been written.

Into an abyss of innate emotions being mused by the nature, I tried to discover everything in a real essence of time. Truly I'm an observant dreamer craving for higher understanding but the spur of the fleeting thoughts mirror itself somehow in a written form. This trails may have a happy beginning, or a happy middle, or a happy ending even when there are no easy roads. We are unique in our expressive outlet, here I prefer simplicity to connect, with so little words to convey artwork message.

I welcome critique and suggestions, only if  you could read my mind, my apology. If you don’t really know me yet, you will, turning the pages till the last stanza, I am me, I am you, I am mere words, a admirer of beauty that is seen through the soul, in both humanity and in the  nature. If something inside invokes your senses, awaken your mind and spirit, I will be there and yet I may not.Travel with me across the examined life to experience a difference, somewhere away to the places of healing vibes, but the journey will be far from over.
Thank you for having me.

The Traveller

I look back at life
At all the moments of hope
All the Moments of faith
All the Moments of love
All the Moments of grit and strength
Though small
But bit by bit
Brought me through hell
and lift me high like a flying angel
A metamorphosis
of the ages

And everything seems clear
All the struggles and hurt
Was to feel the love more strongly
To have the strength to love
without fear
or limitation

I hug myself tight
And feel the warmth
I love, I am
It whispered without doubts
Though the body is cold
The warmth of love is so full
Completing my own prophecy
of a life worth living

I give away death
and I give away pain
I give away the struggle and the ache
I give away all of my beings
Purge my entire existence
into infinite love
Timeless
Whole
And happy

For existing
For being
For loving
For trying

I love, I am
What else is there to say
Just love
Just be