I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the gratitude of paddy field to rain, with which it grew rice.

I want you to simplify me with your love. Like the prayer said by grass for the soil, which gave it life and in turn, enlivens.

I want you to simplify me with your love. Like works of the sun: rising-setting, giving names to morning, noon, eve and night.

Translated to English by Gilda Sagrado

If you see a hawk
on a bough at field's edge
beyond the corner you should have turned
maybe it's a sign to go on.

Such as during an improvisation on
Flamingo or I've Got You Under My Skin
you play in the wrong key or mode completely
maybe it's a sign to go on, in the wrong key.

Or when my sons cry not wanting
to be alone, I'm upstairs writing
or just enjoying trees in every direction
it too may be a sign to go on alone.

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Kat Jun 29

She was a delicate Daisy
In a field of dangerous roses

Wejdan May 21

Sweet chubby cheeks
Small flower blossoming around
sending the love and the spring's spirit around, you smell like sun-flower
surrounded by rabbits running in their field, happily eating their carrots, and fishes swim deep in the oceans, happily swimming and greeting, kissing the pure soul of yours, I hope I get to see you again carrying you and biting those cheeks.

Zainah is my friend's niece and she is so annoying but you love her.
also! I am back on the site after a very long while.

In the stalks
I smelled the rain
Before it spilled

My temple
Blood was roaring
Fog and fantasia

The field
Shivered beneath
My uneasy steps

Supine
On the cold black ground
In the centre of it all
I watched it come

The rain fell

And it was good
To sleep and dream

Just one lonely tree
Standing alone in a field
Embracing the sky

Sometimes we just need to step away from our longing and embrace that which is standing right in front of us.
Vexren4000 Apr 29

Great fortresses,
Falling into ruin,
On stretching European coasts,
Or In Verdant Irish Fields,
Towering over the tall grasses,
And the minuscule animals,
The brick and mortar eroding,
Back into the soil.

don't let them
turn your cerebral garden
into a field of weeds
with each word that
spills
          from
                    their
                             lips
                                      .

note to self.

To the next one to love her,
some unsolicited advice:

   1. I may be the first,
       but I will not be the last.

   2. She deserves more than
       she says, and you need
       to know that.

          I built my home in her heart
          and that was my mistake.
          My world shook with every
          sip she took, and the roof
          wasn’t enough to shelter me.

   3. Be strong and be brave.

          She will love you like lightning,
          so don’t be afraid of the rain.

  Lastly,
   Be hopeful and be kind.

          What comes next is better
          than sunshine in Seattle.


I wish you the best.

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