through the blinds,
leaning
against the barbed wire fence,
swaying in the wind
the wild flowers,
watching their dances
in the early fall.

In a storm

(bent
Broken
Shaken

Bending but not breaking
Shaken but not broken
broken

buried in the ground
raising a sprout
strength

The power of love
Make a node
and make the wind sing)

Doesn't it make Wasteland into Loam?

I always suspected
Would he value me?
Even in his devotion
I doubted alone
Would he love me?
Even with his restraint and laughter
I always doubted
Inside and outside will be different
today,
I sent an email
to say "thank you"
Then came the reply
As always, sincerely
thank you from the bottom of my heart
as always,
I first met this word
Like in the old days
I tried to doubt
However, when
tonight, the word
I felt sincerely.

all dark,
cold,
and complicated problems
melt away
because
we are loved, and especially
we are loving
the ice-cold problems
that are solidified by it
it will melt and flow like water
wetting the fields of our lives
and giving us
a harvest of abundant fruit
to beat the winter.

flower is in the future
it is in it.

By force
going out to meet
is dependant on the time and distance
it takes five hours.......going out to meet
it takes five minutes.......not
it takes 100 miles......going out to meet
it takes 1 mile.......not
for time is money

Be agreeable
going out to meet
is not dependant on the time and distance
it takes 500 hours.......going out to meet and to wait
it takes a minute.......            "
it takes 1000 miles....... as above
it takes 0.1 mile.......            "
for time is love

Love has been ruling
time and distance:
the rubber band of love--
both ends of love

Then,
going out to meet is
the fraternal twins of
seeing off.

Without love
yes, we are angry
to be more bitter
for decades
barely able to eat
with envy
with little to eat and an proud heart
into a sweet syrup
With some sweet shame pills
and penitential roads
could not banish from our hearts
Search
Search
Search the stomach of lakes

The deep, deep lakes
stained with sins all
coloring our fields

The sorrows
our sorrows are always in our souls
save our souls

Grieve
you who are only angry
Grieve
You who cannot be sad
You must change these things in mourning
for your own sake
toward thyself
Grieve.