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Thursday, April 25, 2024
morning commuter
Thursday, April 18, 2024
dear traveller
Do not wait for me
I have found my map
Though my pockets are lined with sadness
I carry your gift, a wild flower yellow pin
I have found my map
And travelled to another country
Carrying your gift, a wild flower yellow pin
Reminding me to smell the flowers along the way
While travelling to another country
Your letters keep me company, soft as light
Reminding me to smell the flowers along the way
Will our paths cross again? Maybe, I'm hopeful
Your letters keep me company, soft as light
Though my pockets are lined with sadness
Will our paths cross again? Maybe, you said.
Please, do not wait for me.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Insomniac
Let us talk about insomnia
at 3:15 am. A dark bird sits on my bed
& wants to talk about his ambition. I am
curious, where does ambition come from?
Is it a seed that suddently grows into
giant tree out of my head? Is it a slow
painting of canvas, taking shape, defining my face?
The bird wants to climb Japan's Mount Fiji.
The bird wants the fancy feathers of peacock.
And fling himself to the moon.
His ambition is burning his feet after jumping
over fire stones after piercing the hornet's nest
Well I had enough of the bird chatter dream
I want to talk about my ambition - that
fire within me that refuses to die when an idea
Comes to me, like a buzzing bee
over the blooming yellow daffodils
Deafening sounds, lively chitter-chatter
As my heartbeat is running faster and
faster. Sleep is forgotten library book.
My feet are itching for calm after
leaping into the air, like a gazelle
bounding out to the open fields
My spine tingles as if a lover's touch
stole my sleepy head. Finally
dawn comes with pink hues and holds
a giant mirror to my small idea bulb,
now scribbled with crooked arrows. Will I survive
the scrunity of harsh reality? Dark bird, remind me
again, where does ambition come from?
Come to me in circles.
Come to me, piercing my bosom.
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Other Worldly
we are floating in dust & gas
we catch burst of light
as well as the tail blue-violet of darkness
there is an awakening
we are shapeless yet shaped
by forces unseen, more powerful than ocean's
turbulent waves & scorching as
volcanic eruptions
a daffodil blooms
a nursery of beginnings of space &
matter. over time, where do we cast
ourselves listening to the waves
of energy & light
budding leaves of tulips rises
around us, clusters of stars & dark matter
colliding, collapsing, pulling & pushing as if
following the blue print of Master Hands
digging the soil, soft as rain
the black hole divides
us, the sun completes our divinity
though we are mere specks, wrapped
in the continuum of light
a season of firsts, spring
Photo by John McKaveney: The Orion Nebula. “This is an active star forming region about 1400 light years away, of condensing gas and dust, illuminated by newly forming stars. Our solar system formed in a region much like this about 5 billion years ago. The photons that were observed when this picture was taken, left the nebula in 624 AD. At that time, Mohamed had just won the Battle of Badr, in Saudi Arabia, the classical period in Europe was ending and the middle ages beginning, the Mayas were just beginning to build their largest pyramids, and Europeans had not yet set foot in North America. Throughout this entire time, those photons of light were traveling through space to be captured to form this photograph, where their journey finally ended.”
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