A chance

Silence or disinterest

But when you pick up rutabaga

They will start talking with you 

A simple algorithm

Not common or sounds exotic

Words can break walls

Collaboration in times of war is dangerous

At other times can bring us peace

 

If given a day

A drop in one’s lifetime

A person can make another happy.

Good things

I walk to the river

My mind filled with doubts

 

Standing on the riverbank

The egret watches ducks pass by 

Like thoughts

 

Somewhere I lose my way

After solid struggle I find the correct turn

 

Imagine

If I can do now

The good things I forgot

To do before.

 

Hope

Sprouts during moments

When the desert looks completely

Deserted.

.

Loneliness

If writing verses of a song can help 

Memorize prime numbers and build 

Memory, all my failings will fade

Away, I will be grateful for the new

Developments like learning how to elope

And reverse expenses. I, myself, 

Will be smiling, stand at the center of the stage

Start a play though will not make me richer, will make

Me less poorer. Is it an improvement to end

The year? Or is it a certain type of beauty,

A beauty of a moment that suddenly disappear?

Enduring moment is enduring the present bringing

Enough strength to move the wheels of hope.

It’s awful to feel lonely.

Past, present, future

Birds do not cry.
Though sometimes they look helpless.
Like when they are sunning on the beach
And high tide is coming
Why should sadness be inevitable?
You can look out to the sea
Imagine the sailboats racing
Or simply sailing leisurely.
Have patience with the past
In the midst of absurdities
There is time to differentiate
Optimism from hope.
Do not cry.

fire or fire

“The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre—
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.”

-T.S.Eliot, Four Quartets