knowing that the wide open space has winds

In that air

I know that the open space has winds

But when there is nothing blown nor moved

how can we know that there are winds

- So, I add my heart into the air

to be blown, to be moved

to know that there are winds in that air

my life, taking and not taking a bus, differs

my life, on the day that I was taking buses

and my life in the day that was not taking a bus

is not the same.

-- Only a fine fine detail that differs

of occupying the world

and occupied by the world

yet, the same world

...

write different writing

A miillion tomorrow

Tomorrow, a million tomorrows

is no match with a day of today.

If we don't have today,

there could not be a million tomorrow, even a tomorrow.

.. just thinking

that yesterday has gone.

mad man

mad man acts crazily

funny at first sight

just add more thinking

it must be something

deep in the mind

that's mad and make him be

comets

too fast, too hot to handle

too cute to obtain

living for the prayer and praise

and begone forever

heart of the wandering man

cold winds pushed warm winds

wandering man pushed his own heart

never stop wondering wander

never stop wandering wonder

to stop him, stop the heart

flowers are still be flowers

No matter how the outside world chaotic

..wars

.. riots

.. etc.

But flowers are still blooming

Giving freshness to whoever see them.


Sometimes, there are blood spots or or tear spill

on the petals

-- The flowers are still flowers

that bloom