As Our Breath
Each word, silent light—
sightless, we reach through the dark
with fingers for rays.
What if we sense our
years as our own breath?
Perhaps impermanence will compel us to leave
memories behind?
Perhaps we carry them
into the future?
And try to stay alive and smile after hopeless days’ cry.
Alive, as the sea mile across the ocean of solitude.
What is not good for the
ocean cannot be good for the drop.
(January
28, 2026)
Where Another Story
Begins
Every century leaves
something unsaid.
Even a millennium cannot speak it fully.
What remains unspoken does not change —
it lives in the silence between words,
where another story begins.
Pearls rest in your
silence—
words drifting through deep currents,
trusting time to speak.
Silence between words is
a gate
to your heart. The only way.
The only door.
(February 25, 2026)
New York Wind
Heart of the wind sings—
deep within, it shows your soul,
you, untethered, free.
A flower’s fragrance—
given freely, no return,
the world’s secrets flow on.
(May 28, 2026)
sightless, we reach through the dark
with fingers for rays.
Perhaps impermanence will compel us to leave
memories behind?
And try to stay alive and smile after hopeless days’ cry.
Alive, as the sea mile across the ocean of solitude.
Even a millennium cannot speak it fully.
What remains unspoken does not change —
it lives in the silence between words,
where another story begins.
words drifting through deep currents,
trusting time to speak.
to your heart. The only way.
The only door.
deep within, it shows your soul,
you, untethered, free.
given freely, no return,
the world’s secrets flow on.
