野火行空 Wildfire

野火行空



The spring delays,
the longings grow longer,
but see how it remunerates,
with wildfire
that burns away clouds.

April 17, 2017

Photo: Sky in Central Park, April 20th, 2017. Samsung Galaxy Note 5

Belated Spring

Belated spring, 

Central Park still chill by frost.

A familiar shiver 

Wrinkles The Lake mirror surface 

With gentle lamentation. 

Mooring under the bridge, 

Home coming for the spring,

Hence Rusulka sings. 

Falling for a mortal--

Selfless moon, shared by all,

With thy light,

Metamorphoses my nausea

Into butterflies, and send them

Fluttering against my beloved's window

Wherever he might be.

Poem: April 15, 2017

Photo:  Central Park boatrow. April 15, 2017. Samsung Galaxy Note 5.
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Circle

I am a circle,
Both full and empty,
Neither dividing nor defining space
Neither containing nor excluding
Human noises.

I am not a mirror,
Not a reflection,
Not a shadow.

I stand here--
To gaze deep into you,
To meet God within you
That does not expire,
That cannot be defined,
That cannot be confined,

In a bubble."

03.20.2017

to the familiar stranger