3 lines

to afford a childhood
at last, her soul
opts for alzheimer

haiku

birdsongs
the sun speaks
a second language

micropoetry

with a deep inhale
tugging the blue sky

micropoetry

coloring her midnight
thoughts of his perfume

haiku

weight of snow
on leafless tree
just enough
to survive

storytelling

under black umbrella
all the unshed tears ...
raining raining raining

she needs to borrow a floor
to this bottomless pain

few words

She walks through her shadow, returning home. Light.

haiku

barefoot, dawn
the voice of quietude
between toes

3 lines

on the edge of a rose petal
the moment that flutters
has a whole universe within

storytelling

how her voice deepens
uttering his name
untold stories heard
in her curling inward
to relive a taste

3 lines

ant traversing sunlight rays
child's curiosity
on its back

senryu

protecting
her old story
she loses her posture

haiku

the longing
marches into fog
and bones

haiku

meditation
how to co-create
pre-dawn breeze

3 lines

entangled in a dream of you
I forget to sleep
thirst sculpting the flow of water

haiku

vipassana retreat
each day a different silence
rising to a crescendo

storytelling

howling wind
stealing me back
to the big freeze
of boarding school
3 years old child
her mute switch
howling wind

haiku

kissing my palm
the sky rains
where are you



where are you
the sky rains
kissing my palm

3 lines

to explain elongate

the haunting fragrance
of short lived love story

5 lines

cedar reserve
nurturing shade that engulfs me
how old
giving me space
to step away and realize

haiku

this moment
between different shores
open horizon

haiku

cedar reserve
a visit to
this feel of being protected

haiku

all what remains
a semicolon
at best

5 lines

crossing his gaze
too heavy to hold
her rain droplet

after diffusion
rebirth of sky

5 lines

fire sprinkler
the cherry blossoms it discharges
I live a metaphor
witnesser of so much hurt
now is healing

haiku

between inhale and exhale
the silent mantra
of snow

Personal Note

I look back to the rocky path of my life and now realize only on such path wild flowers are everywhere.

3 lines

lover's gaze
to chip away years
light speed in one skipped beat

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haiku

seaside ride
everything I cannot confess
in a palm held tight

Storytelling

barely wing flutters in his ear

all the longing returns home

through her voice

and more

longing stretches its own ceiling

the blossoming part he forgot to be

takes place

as if unheard of, fragrance is birthed

nothing but wing flutters ... barely

Storytelling

in his gaze
incomprehensible expansion of sky
celebrating her

nude and vulnerable
she embraces her wings

3 lines

white flower in bloom
to deepen layers
of tonight blues

(credit to painter)

shiva

shiva
the many ways I destroy me
to unlearn and be

haiku

alluring color of his gaze
interlaced with her skin

butterflies

Storytelling

full moon, swing sofa
his head
on her lap

night hums their waves

his breath
to nest in her thighs

meadow of forget-me-not

lines

She gathers all her love particles to utter his name. Nothing comes out but a breath born from the deepest inhale: Her love particles are His.

Storytelling

lovers
unlearn body movement
to create meadow
of vibrancy
under naked sun

4 lines

nothing to share
not even silence
his west-northwest
hers south east

micropoetry

she keeps a firm grip on wind to cross ache

Contemplation

oneness
catalyst of 5D longing

highest rate of expansion in contradiction

Storytelling

deepest point of sea
silent choke
flutters each January
since you died
love you papa-mama

3 lines

she enters his scenery
on her V blouse
each button a blackhole

haiku

flow of hot water
on jasmine flower ball
lovers

3 lines

lifting the sky higher
stars
I search for your face

2 lines

crossing her moonlit face
a breathless sound

3 lines

frankincense and myrrh
valley echoes in mist
monk prayer beads

haiku

bringing the meadow
closer
sunlit wings of butterfly

Storytelling

birdsong
to carry inner breeze
open window

between here and there
no between, no and

Storytelling

one poem
for each reader
different sky and earth

a critic advocates non judgement
and the world goes round

3 lines

dry leaf caught in spiderweb
for burial, which land
late autumn of a refugee

3 lines

garden of thorns crossed

nothing but fragrance
for the windmill

haiku

let it snow
too unbearable
of traces

haiku

water smiles
in shimmery coins
wishing fountain

haiku

marinating dawn
in louder sips
tea

Storytelling

a poem
on making love
tossed to the wind
even mountains respond
in time with cherry blossom

Storytelling

she writes

childlike twirl

the billow her world

vibrancy of colors she feels

eyes closed

Storytelling

every night she builds a bridge
to the moon from longing blocks
only dawn brings her back
for inner breeze

3 lines

elation surges to the breathless
where merging shines a thousand sun
nothing left but traces of sanskrit mantra

4 lines

kiss that let you be
the dive and surge
in between realms
of atoms and stars

haiku

desert rose
slow-motion of a whirl
skyward

storytelling

she unwraps her day
with a birdsong
from elsewhere
summoning her
to aliveness

Poetry (Lovers)

sniffing him
after long travel
she approaches her Earth

Poetry (Lovers)

as if reading fire
her fingertips on his lips

micropoetry

of windows
marginalia art

haiku

heavy snowfall
to summarize her mood
a note in the margin

haiku

tilting head
deeply into soul
side of the breeze

Personal Note

A year ago, I tapped into a past life that was a game changer on the path to evolution as a soul.

The time is Ancient Egypt. I was a chief builder, commanding a dedicated team of 100 men, best ever team. I was under Thoth, working to build "secretive" cosmic library under the Sphinx. Our job was colossal. Overcoming huge hurdles, we did it. My team revered me so much and I honored their dedication to manifest the impossible. On the eve of job finished and before having time even to savor success, all members of my team were assassinated, no one spared. They were killed by the command of Thoth to preserve what was built as top secret. In total dismay and as if in a mental haze and outrage, I went to Thoth,  and bluntly asked him how he could do that. He talked about minimal price to pay for the benefit of humanity in the far future. Future generations are to discover the place and be enriched by its treasure of knowledge when the sky allows it, only then. At that minute, my disdain to Thoth grew like wild fire in dry forest. I was too loyal to my own circle and could not accept his justification.

It was a game changer in that specific life and later in my soul evolution path. I eventually fell in the trap of being disappointed by the Light Realm, as a whole, for whom I worked tediously for so many lifetimes. I did not accept "collateral damage" and felt as if I betrayed my team. I did not protect them; did not deduce the logical price of secrecy. I was disappointed in me too. I was too enthusiastic to manifest the impossible with my men, with whom I shared food, laughter and sweat.

The trap got bigger, from being disappointed with the Light Realm, to refusing to build anything of substantial meaning in many lifetimes afterward, to ultimately being a wild loner. Though my commitment to the Light Realm never wavered. I did not like it to have physical embodiment yet I served the Light through an extra confined angle I obliged on myself.

At the current time, in my life as Maya, after so much soul healing, I am no more disappointed in the Light Realm. My knowledge expanded to new horizons, among which, the truth that every death is a chosen suicide.

I am about to let go of the "wild loner" card too.

I am just happy to reach a lifetime of no secrecy, at last.

Contemplation

post war, few years
of concrete rebuilding
how many lifetimes for the soul

micropoetry

a heavyweight
gaze of refugee

storytelling

a deep breath
between sky and sea
launching sense of wonder
how round Earth is
it returns deeper

senryu

bedridden
by her side, a birdsong
out of reach

Contemplation

How much soul wounds act like black holes?

haiku

around the wish tree
this flowing in tears, I tie it
multicolor ribbons of light

Contemplation

Whatever happens to our beloved ones, happens foremost in us.

senryu

it startles me
my own palm, that sight
she dies after 10 years coma

haiku

in the mirror
holding broken light together
stranded shadows

micropoetry

everything whirls
on black hole axis

haiku

inward, silence
to ground the milky way
frozen time

senryu

my mom
a day prior her fatal accident, she cries
missing her mom

storytelling

light, the first-foot
eyeing
the twinkle in her gaze

awoke to the extent of
inter-being