kalampunian

her voice is still with me

she comes in waves
and prompts casuarinas
that line the shore to speak

by nature they rather listen
happy to offer passage
to tumults far and near

she prompts them to speak

her voice is still with me

murmur of spaces unknown
where what you can never find
what is lost to you
though out of reach
is safe

only the sea
offers such release

may it be so

kudat, 26 july 2015

words

words 

free to remain

shy away

return before fading

long besought

long forsaken

desired no more

what you longed to illumine

could not and was not

reached by their glow

unstirred by your quest

or abandon thereof

the urge to die

while still burning

fire’s last breath

consumed by silence

still

insects sing about the hills

flowers release their scent

deep into starry night

january 2008, nilemba

winter tales

year’s first snow

blankets late december slopes

white

everywhere

trunks barely visible

white

eye-white

mounding

snow levels forms

into no-forms

shrouding  stones

it unnames  

la rochette, december 2004

wheeloflife

have yet to taste the fruit of conversion

muted beast 

i eat my bitter fruit
alone

voice passing through this night
is not mine to reach

voice of snow

irrigating soils of arid sleep

lightening even minds of animals

with its soft echo

offering rebirth

in realms less dire

nice, 2003

winter retreat

walking uphill

to ei tai ji

late in coming

slow in falling

the year’s first snow

la rochette, january 2001

the wind

wind's conversation
reaches the high
while uplifting the low

clouds drifting
trees astir
shrubs too
the aging grass

windows rattle
as curtains unlace
hours lived not to the full

here and there
i am the stillness
in your restive voice

ubud, 2 july 2015