You come sweet little bird, greet
Us this morning, good tidings, a spirit
To light our souls, to see
The essence in every moment
Days when flowers bloom
Or nights when glasses are broken
When strength rises from suffering
When hope remains during uncertainties.
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.
I walk to the river
My mind filled with doubts
Standing on the riverbank
The egret watches ducks pass by
Somewhere I lose my way
After solid struggle I find the correct turn
If I can do now
The good things I forgot
To do before.
Sprouts during moments
When the desert looks completely
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.
Don’t weep if delight goes away
possessions are not treasures
also will fade away
all is not helplessness
your life is rich by living
you are not alone
Someone loves you.
“One of the unexpectedly important things that art can do for us is teach us how to suffer more successfully.
,,,We need help in finding honour in some of our worst experiences, and art is there to lend them a social expression.”
-Alain de Botton & John Armstrong, Art as Therapy
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.
“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
a step in light or darkness
or a blue eye in the sky
like the earth,
a landscape of radiance and catastrophe,
and few delicacies:
a good story, afternoon stroll,
stream of consciousness,
raindrops, smile and hug.
If I can sustain prayer,
fire of faith, hope,
I may reach
orbit of the celestial.