Monday, March 31, 2014

Setting the stage

The day’s last block fell of the wall
kept murals in the frames with closed door

as if a harmonica song – so simple motif
the soul heard its voice – authentic, believe

no returning to sea behind
no colliding/collapsing  the clouds
to make rain/tears entertaining party
to forget the wounds

just follow ahead – eyes cling for numbers
words’ compilation, new content,
dynamic of faces, comments,
heart’s feeling humble

the flares on sun, energy surge
brown tabby cat climbed up high
on my strained right shoulder
a leap with urge
I’m accepting – not controlling the life. 


  1. yeah... and we cannot control life anyway... accepting it and trying to figure out how to make the best of it seems to be a good thing...

  2. Can't control life's stroll, so just accept the cat haha