The Secret Forest

Through showers of blossoms
Waking in a spring day
Roam and follow yellow beams
in a drunken dance

swaying through enchanted forests
Harmonize in the singing of atoms

Everything speaks
in a voice
too soft to decipher
Hear the scintillating whisper
Secrets of restful peace

Fairies, cherries and blithe pixies
Flowery nymphs in Elysian fields
Follow them into perfumed dreams


The Digital Religion

A black screen glows
A kaleidoscope of images and sounds pours forth
A new religion is born

A church built of electrons
sitting in the clouds
floating on fibers of light

What dedicated worshipers sit
in silent meditation
Rapturous gaze at holy icons

Minds meld across the electronic aether
Adrift in collective trance
A digital nirvana

No greater god existed
than the gods of glass and silicon
Cradled in our hands

Take a picture of yourself
Post it
You are now a god

Followed by image-worshipers
from here to the ends of the earth

We are all gods in a sea of gods
Electronic souls raptured into a silicon heaven

Mid-air Dreams

Mid-air is where dreams dwell
dreams that dare not see the sun
for they fear oblivion

The dark conjure air to whirl through the void
Moaning through the night in their endless melancholy
Whisking dreams through the air like a blind albatross

Crossing the channel between twilight and moon-glow
Riding a dreamy pillow of clouds
Adrift in the aether going nowhere

Cynical fools roam the dark
Preying on homeless dreams of argonauts
Sailing a Netherworld of paper trinkets and perfume wine

A single dove and an olive branch behold the tragedy

Eclipse of the Spirit

I am a wandering saint roaming the universe
in search of a home made of pure obsidian
ready to reach the gold at the end of the rainbow.
Rain of pain constantly beat me down,
but the vast fields of indifference stare at me with lackluster faces,
lackadaisical arms flapping limply in the breeze.
What before, a clockwork universe, is now a swirl of chaos
buffeting me in every direction,
unaware of how to rejoin a with the festival of joy in men’s hearts.
The sun hides behind the moon in an ethereal ring of light,
casting night where it should be day.
What waters from beyond do wash the sins from our mind,
my head still remain untouched
with visions of sparrows singing their reverie
before their attacks on worms for the day.
Walking a lonely walk,
towards a rainbow where there is now none,
only guided by the stars twinkling in sun’s occluded light.


The universe is a masterpiece
Drawn by the hand of fate
Filled with spirals of light
Flowing with rivers of silver

What beauty lies on
The ripples of ponds
The chiseled faces of mountains
The rugged wrinkled bark of trees
The flamboyant colors of caterpillars

A gallery filled with dancing forms
performing with virtuosic skill
Filling minds with wild visions
Inflaming senses with reckless imagination

A Piece of Nature

My spirit belongs to the birds
My flesh to the trees and grass
My breath to the air
My blood to the streams
And my bones to the mountains

Which part of me is not from the earth?
Which atom in my body is not from the stars?

I do not commune with nature
I am a piece of nature
A wandering piece of dust drifting through the cosmos

Free as a Bird

The birds are never lonely
Their companion is the air
Lifting them with its gentle hand
Under friendly gaze of the sun and stars
Guided by their unwavering light

What a world they live in!
Every branch is a home
Every worm is a meal
Every puddle a frolicking pool

What a feeling to be truly free!
Escaping to the air in a fearless leap
Riding across the big blue sky
Looking on earth like a small god

What immense joys we humans miss
Glued to the ground by gravity
Feeling the freedom of wandering through the sky
Only when we dive into our imaginations