the moon

the moon so bright

silently it floats throughout the night

battered and beaten, by millions of years

its surface chipped away

its skin eaten

among the flowers

she lay there, among the flowers

her newborn eyes adjusting to the world

softly breathing in, breathing out

like a delicate spring rose

its leafs slowly unfolding

towards the sun, there she lay

among the flowers in repose

for the truth I yearn

looking through the mirror

at this opaque reflection

what I see, do I see me?

my honne or my tatamae

the picture is painted

a sketch fleshed out

formed by endless thoughts

opinions and weathering life

I blossom, I wither

as the years turn

a never ending search

for the truth I yearn

here I am

particles of silver dust

a warm embrace on a clear cold night

an endless sea of stars

here I am, here I stay

I look up, up to the sky

in its infinity, I am

forever part of our milky way

time

the tranquility of a faint

ethereal light, finding its way

through the cracks

a house shrouded in silence

the rustling of the leafs

where time used to speed away

there is now

so much time in a day

disappear

pack your bags

a stranger has come

you take my hand in your palm

a new dawn is near

the light touch, the grip

the seasons change, it’s calm

it’s gone, the fear

Thoughts on Life

a symphony written

young, present and old 


ominous and bright 

a metronome, keeping note

life rushes, we are smitten 

sad, joyful and mad

blink of an eye 

we wake up 

we live, we die