Even as time passes
It does not fade away
Even when people leave
It does not go away
A hawker's longing
The song of shadows.

It sways even in a slight breeze
towards the lowlands
rejuvenating all beings as it sways
A stranger on a long journey
taps it on the shoulder

Rose!

It revives those who wish to die
becoming a friend
to those who hear its voice
A willow tree
that tosses to the wind.

I marvel if
someone had a little love
passing through the hatred
along with selfishness.

White sugar...Brown rice
White flour...Oats
White seasoning...Fruit
White salt...Vegetables
White bread...Beans
White rice...Fish
Sausage...Honey
Hot dogs...Natural sweeteners
Soft drinks...Quinoa

They may be stylish and tasty, but they cause disease
They may not be stylish or tasty, but they promote health

The choice is yours
You are human, after all.

b e e r
b e e  e r
b e  e r.

Mountains meet grasslands
Mountains are eternal winds
Mountains are friends, the breath of life
There is no place without mountains
On flatlands
In water
In the sky
Mountain ranges are the parents of mountains
Sunrise and sunset.

If we
become slaves to confusion and greed
and trample on love and honor
and find joy in doing so
then we are not mad dogs
but we are raising mad dogs
We are driving mad dogs around.