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

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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.

Masterpiece

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

The Walls in our Minds

Break! the barriers we built in our minds
Climb! the frigid mountains in our hearts
Can you see the spring beyond the peaks?
The vast fields where wild dreams bloom

Why can’t I see what you see?
Why do you see a wall where I see nothing?
Why do you see a desert where I see paradise?
Can reality be seen clearly only by a blind fool?

Do not build a bridge; I’ve already forded the river
I am in paradise while you stumble over molehills
Enter paradise only when paradise is already in you

The Forgotten

The forgotten of the world come out at night
Looking for a home in the desolate darkness
They stroll like ghosts through empty streets
Only shadows appear where there used to be men

Shrinking into the dark with a friendly reply
Silhouetted against the glow of melancholy homes
Keeping company with the mistress of the night