Dream On

Closed until further notice
Says the disappointing sign in front of the brilliant park
at the end of the narrow road in the woods

The breathtaking red and yellow leaves
scattered alongside the waterfalls last Autumn
are glowing vividly in my memory

To what use could I put words I’ve been hunting for
when life’s erosion of feelings and inspiration
seems like just a matter of time
like the faded fall foliage in the forest

Dream on
Dream on

I’m Good Enough

Will you love me
Despite all my bad wont?
Will you like me
When I’m grumpy and clumsy?
Will you befriend me
Now that I expose my flaws?
‘Cause nobody is perfect
And I’m good enough

Describe to me
Your wildest dreams
Share with me
Your deepest thoughts
Connect with me
On the dark side of my heart
‘Cause nobody is perfect
And I’m good enough

Dreams

What dreams could you have living in the shabby,
cursed house where even the spirits
were suppressed and choked to death?

Figuring I could not go beyond
the books I read, the movies I saw,
the life I was living
I went with the flow
my dreams lingering in the air

And then you came
Of a few dreams which soared to the sky
and others that died un-materialized
you’re better than the best dream
I’ve ever had

48th Anniversary 

You set foot on an unknown path assuming
It would be lined with roses and poetry
It turned out it was not like honey and nectar
But you went on since it was a fact of life

You endured all the hardships on the way
The days without electricity
The floor flooded with water when it was pouring outside
The allocation of food and water

You lived and dreamed of a brighter future
Sustained by the fruits grown on the path
Oh how fresh and delighted and adorable
You sucked them in and overcame
All the adversities in life.

Happy 48th Anniversary to Mom and Dad!

The Deserts

Joshua Tree National Park – Mar 2017 

The high winds were blowing thru the stone mountains on the deserts
Stirring the fragile yellow cups on the sand
And shaking the unusually long spikes of the pink ocotillo

I stood breathing in the life of the deserts
Trembling inside
Imagining all the rich life forces going on days and nights

Reckoning how hard the cacti, the joshua trees, the caterpillars
Compete for water and food and sunlight
I felt a wave of gratefulness

The call of love and life was somewhere between the blue sky
And the laughter of the boys climbing the yellow stone mountain peaks
Pleasingly I moved on.

The Lone Tree

The Dragon mountain at sunset

Parched in the sunlight,

Witnessing the passage of time,

The small tree stands by itself

On the Dragon mountain peak

Contemplating its loneliness-

An unavoidable condition

Of its existence.

Does it ever have

Any sense of belonging?

Does it ever feel free?

The tree stands bearing

Life’s impermanence

Lakes will vaporize

Green grasses will turn golden

Spring comes and goes

Prisoners of Time.

 

Where does the Time Go?

Where does the time go? I asked myself the question.

I remember staring at your big blue eyes one evening in San Francisco several autumns ago. How I long to immerse in them. Like swimming in the ocean in ecstasy.

Now your bright smiles shining in the sunshine when we were strolling the beach warmed me up. Amid the chilly ocean breeze. They are my haven whenever I need to be sheltered from the chaotic world.

I have learned to disconnect from the world now and then. To stay alone with my self and my thoughts. To reflect.

I must learn to let go of all sorrows, all worries, my ego, and my self. Till my name is a voided sound. Till my body is but a bag of bones and flesh. Till my world is a deserted world.

How I have suffered, and how I will suffer more. Before all sufferings are gone. Like death is the beginning of a new life. New endeavors. New journey. Or it’s the end of all ends. Perhaps.

All tears will dry off
All flowers will wither
Only the never-born never-to-die
Will shine forever.