Why butterfly flits from flower to flower? Divine discontent. Who impregnates galactic dust clouds? Dark Dancer. Come, my enchanted flute speak to my deaf ear strike me dumb. Play on string less lyre broken rhythm repair cruise on waves. The butterfly savours nectar of flowers the orchid to pollinate. Lightning thunder flash flood shore recedes.
Ask not where my grave be I am mariner of high seas at the mercy of treacherous tides. I offer chrysanthemums to my father’s picture with petals raining sacred ash. Winter chill bites my bones will my roofless neighbor survive, this icy cold, I wonder! Isn’t it the same bowl wherefrom I ate my humble
Oh, truant moon can’t you pause for a while for an earthly hug. An empty sky. I fill it with kites. The sky disappears. The morning sun reflects my father’s face. The mirror melts. Geese in Manas lake hatch sparkling pearls to weave a rainbow. Mountain lake fragrant with lilies. reflect orchid abloom. Eagles and
Oh, autumnal wind, why bellow so hot when no more leaves to fell? Westerly wind sweeps all dead wood into waterfalls, I stand stubborn. Between heaven and earth I am witness to apocalyptic snowfall. Along with spring seeds my child’s teeth-buds blossom into pearls. In stillness I hear eternal harmony attuned to the heart’s harp.
Trees don’t cry they sing! to the listening ear they will serenade their welcome song. Sing a soothing tune if you are sad wish you happy cheer bring memories of darling dear with a whiff of fresh breeze. If you tune up to a higher frequency you will hear music from an orchestra hidden amid
TWENTY HAIKU Raise your eyebrows dandelion, see spring dance! Gasp at humid weather dehydrated bone thirsty; snooze under a shower. Winged warblers cruise in musical waves. My heart in cloud nine. Autumn kiss yellows every leafy green turns trees into stumps. Don’t weep all decayed to dust shall return, life and death a cycle. Spring