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.