So many vacancies.
Vapid halls and streets.
No air. No hearts.
Vacant lands and souls.
Be a hand.
Be a thread.
Be a source.
Be love.
Be the patience.
The light . . .
     the empty chair.
Where you can invite someone to sit
Spend time.
Where each other can
fill up the world again.
Willingly wise, adopting time.
Fractures will fade
Patches of hope emerge
Color of
Grass
will grow again.
Sweet fragrant spring grass.
Practicing progress
For each season
A seat for everyone.

I’m filled with love, hatred and anger,
I am unable to change your fear or laughter,
a golden sea could storm a dream,
my aching love can destroy,
eyes indulged in strange design,
my wisdom, pure shore of delight,
you either love me or not,
like an ocean wearing blue,
diamond rings, roses may bloom.

I come from far away,
I'm here to save and to protect your vulnerability,
your fright,
the unknown nature of your mind.
as you grow wise, your life will have the meaning you are searching for.

Whatever you listen to the most will frame your life.
                                                           ­                                     -Kada

if you can't be the giver,
be the wisest one.