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

time and values

Sometimes, time makes something more valuable.

But sometimes, time devalues something.

..That's not much so important as

Time makes people more valuable,

for the people who value time.

A door

A door is right in front of you

A door existed

the problem is, do you have the ability to open ?


.. A bull weighted 1000 pounds

Energy filled in every muscles, large or small

can drag a few tons cart with good speed

can carry five hundred pounds on the back ,

but only a 5 ounce latch

cannot be lift up

to reach freedom outside

the door

Mommy ! made me a paper bird

Mommy , made me a paper bird!

Mommy made it

And the child release that bird to the wind

One and another and another..

...

years passed

The paper birds filled the sky


-- The child's sky is filled with paper birds

the child is still wanting more paper bird

Mommy is still making more

Never question.., never stop..

Same as mother's love

Darkness - Daylight

I have daylight, everyday

Somehow, I still don't understand the daylight


-- Maybe - somehow

Only the darkness knows

What daylight is..

give up - defeated

"Giving up"

is more intolerable than being defeated.

-- In a downfall,

we had fight our best out.

.. But today,

I am giving up my whole heart,

For the unbeatable love.

As low as the grits on the ground

As low as the grits on the ground

Existed only for to be stepped

Lower than the sole

-- If not carefully concern,

On the head, there's grit

Grass underneath a brick

A brick was on the grass

The grass cannot struggle even to grow,

Also having no power to push the brick to the side by itself

-- Do not underrate the power of life's might

Just a dim of little light

Plus some persistence in time

Grass will grow,

Break the brick in two

.. leaving ..

.. Parting ..

This word is often more of offend than "apart".


-- Apart ..

There is some sweet rewarding of longing for

With a hope for the better hours

With promises to meet again

Just like I am getting closer to you every time I think.



.. Leaving.. left only longing

Yearning with the wicked worsen ways

I still having you,

But separation slowly secluding,

"Us" into two sorrowful souls.

Reflection and skyline

From the reflections, of the sky on the water


-- It seems like there is no land

with just a thin line across

Please don't erase it,

So the world could still have land

.. The skyline exists

far but there is somehow a land.

A lotus and the past

A lotus can be at its best, just a beautiful lotus

A lotus cannot transform into other flower

...

The past can be at its best, just a sweet past

The past cannot transform into the present or the future..


No matter sweet or sour..

view points

or me, I have two sides for you to see

The bright and the dark sides.

-- If you would like to like me, see the bright one .

If you want to hate me, see the dark one.

-- But if who wants t see the me as I really am.

Should see both sides together.

Are the hills alive?

Are the hills alive?

The hills might be alive but slow, as slow as we do not perceive,

Like bacterias that never aware of our existence


-- Living indolent life slow on the hill

To seize the sense of the hill


.. The hills not only are alive,

But they are crying, silently.

The sky, The ground, and The water

The sky is s0 wide ..

I call see only freedom

Contrast to the soil that is so limited

Contrast to the water that has some boundaries


-- As I am not aware, rain falls

The ground, the sky and the water

relate to each other amazingly


Nothing is limited.

Transformed but united


..I got it,

freedom is like this.

Want to collect the love from the sky

Want to collect the love from the sky

And keep them in people's hearts

The place that is most suitable keeping them

However, I will never short of companion

However, I will never short of companion

Losing the moon, I still have stars

Losing the rain, I still have the sky

Losing you, I still have myself


.. This is the reason, I am not gonna cry

Even though the road is long

Even though the road is long

Walking a step, the goal is one step shorter

With an endless attempt

-- Don't mind the long road

That has an end, never longer

Seven of one-line essays

Seven of one-line essays

Seeing pictures along the life passage

combined as a broken novel

-------

You can be sure that love will not be lost along the road

Smiles will help soothing your sufferings

Even in my dream, there are unknowns

One week did pass, leaving only memories for memorize

His letters, were beauty as beautiful poems

If you cannot eat the scent in time, Blame it on the wind

A girl is having a doll on leash, travel the world

If you want to laugh, just turn your face to us

....

A minute apart

The next minute in the future and one passing minute

Is equally away from the present time for a minute

but not equal one minute

...

The future minute is coming, needless of waiting

But for the passing one minute

..Is far apart as much as eternity

I am just a tiny star

I am only a tiny dimmy star

In the book "The little prince"

No one remember

Just a dimmed light, almost smothered.

A masterly smiler

-- A skillful painter

painted a picture,

people who stop by and watch

has a hundred pictures in their minds.


-- A crafty musician

plays a few notes and silent the sound

listener heard the songs for days


-- A conversant writer

creates hundreds of stories in the minds of the readers

endlessly..


-- You must be a masterly smiler ..utterly mastered

Just reminding of your smile from my memories

I can't help smiling back to that smile.


-- More than that, you must be a conversant lover

You make me paint, sing

Compose poems, .. and smile

Endlessly.

familiar with familirity

We all familiar with familiarity.


-- How frighten it would be

If Thursday passed

.. and Saturday comes.

Summer

Mayflies fly scatteringly in summer.

Where are they in winter?

Or, they just disappeared

with human awareness of them.


-- When parted with you

Summer is not summer.

It is just another hot day

.. that I missed you.

Just thinking of you in some hot days


-- Fireflies fly flashingly

flashing, flashing

fully filled a hot day evening.

A scented potted plant

-- I bought a scented potted plant

scented to the heart

Scented to the remembrance

Scented every times of reminding


-- So scented penetrated to the consciousness

This is eligibly accounted

as an owner of that plant

Selling- buying is too crude and not accounted


-- I posses that plant

the same level as that pant

posses me too..

Life is not a hard story

Life is not a difficult story


-- Get some water some, get some light,

A tree grows and spouts,

And flower at the right season.


-- What is the hard part of life

Or what we make our lives hard is ..

wanting to see more of the beautiful flowers

missing the flower when it is not in the season..


-- difficult thinking, difficult life

The world is a gigantic clock

The world is a gigantic clock.

With no clockmaker,

No short hand, no long hand

No face of the clock.


-- But have times

How can you tell the world, you are lonely?

.. Having only a violin in your hands,

How can you tell the world, you are lonely?

And you cannot play violin..



-- how can you tell the world that you are lonely --

Cello - so missed you

My way of missing you is complicated.

...

Not only as a Cellist

Missed his Cello

Not only ..

A Cellist plays from his Cello

Not only..

A Cellist plays his Cello after haven't play for twenty years


But..

A Cellist haven't play for twenty years, plays it,

Finish beautifully and smile for himself.



-- That kind of smile, is like my way of missing you.

A pine tree bends, spectacularly

A pine tree

bends, spectacularly.

General people look at it, as an abnormality


-- Must use a mind that bends spectacularly looking

So to see .. not abnormal bend

but spectacularly bend.

a basket and a man

A basket,

is more interesting than a man

Because a man might not comprise of a basket

...


But a basket, has to has a man involved

.. with the basket existence.

Flying the poles

Flying from the North pole

Heading to the South pole

Passing the World, passing the truth

Not yet passing the death

At last, reaching the South pole


...

Passing the World, passing the truth, not passing the death

Can go everywhere.

circle - square

A circle being,

at its better circle being,

fitted inside a square.

easily as a childish talk

It can be easily speak out,

as easy as a childish talk.


Speaks out " America destroys all her nuclear weapons.

Russia destroys all her nuclear weapons.

All the countries destroy their nuclear weapons."


- Then, the two countries love each other.

Then, the entire countries love each other.


- It is do-able.

It is not impossible.


- Why is it not be ?

Why is it just a childish talk.

Dew drops watching

Anyone says

Everyone say that dew drops are gorgeous

Everyone that watch - everyone be merry happy

Happy to watch, happy to have dew drops for to be watched

- Then, happiness might disappears if there is no dew drops for to be watched

- Then, don't you want to keep those dew drops for to be watched ?

- Then, don't you want to be happy watching ?

Dream I dream I dream

In my dream I dreamed

Helping a white cat with red blood spots spilled

A white cat formed form a car hitting a girl

I tried and tried to help to the extreme of my strength

But the recipient is not willing, I am not able

...

She might wants death

But afraid of the harm from the stray cat

...

She fell into the powder room sink

And She woke up

I am wasting no more time

I am wasting no more time

I am wasting my time to the point of no more time to waste

time is wasting, all my time is wasting

you don't accept it, and I can't take it back

The story is ended, and it begins with ...

I am wasting no more time

It is scary, an enormous scary

Every day, I have many common fate fellows

Endlessly playing game that will never ended

I ought to know, but I have just knew

I ought not to afraid of it, but I am afraid

...

It is scary, an enormous scary

It is lengthen, It never be ended

...

It might of cause people dare not to kill it

Yes, I'm afraid of it, but I hate it

I will start, I will start to kill it gradually slowly

In the same time that it swallows me gradually slowly

My legs make me stand

My legs make me stand

But it is my mind, that make my legs stand

What is it,

that make my mind make my legs stand?

thoughts

Thoughts

are merely invisible stuffs.

But from the thoughts,

I have a thought

to make people see my thoughts.

Pain

I will lose all my pain,

If only I forgot where my pain is.

Even though I know how I was hurt.

A crushed flower

A flower, crushed

the crusher has blind eyes to the beauty of the flower

...

Before a flower be a flower, it..

spend a lot of time, plenty of resources

enormous intentions, vast efforts

shame for the nature of natural phenomenon

...

Shame for the perception of beauty of the crusher

...

What so ever,

The beauty of shame to the flower,

is beautiful