The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

Did I ask you, flight? Passing mirror, moist light Pieces of words fallen And the dark manifesting Generation of green Amidst my windows woven All are to write on water Shower of wound, milky feather Where has slept, the man Dissolved in the yellow And the river to follow Where he walked into From the womb to melting blue All away from, the golden statue Seeds thus from the orange Fragrant the life, watering change Wave at the ship, swallowed green Emerge from water like Grave of mountain, fathomed Whispered the cicadas Song is sharper than And knight is keen.

Time, ah time you think all of Time, you ignorant how you flow But I broke the lock, thus And found time, embraced by you Like eternal sea fathoming in sky I know I have seen A small bird inside wet nest A drop of light from mighty rain But what a magic is this longing Forgot to remember the womb? Womb you let the cloud play But there was deeper than blue Who told me that I was alive The forest was more stoned than the night You’ll stop by, you'll look You can not close your eyes You can not stop coming again...and Again your knees will be deep earth and Inside the roots will be evergreen Fragrance, like a thin mist Mist let come all alone Mist, let stay all but the charm Charm, let all but not stops hearing From clouds and from melting rain

Like a tiny window gazed, the sea and the wind blew forth... I slept and didn't stop walking... to fathom and kiss the old oak Like silence met drops of sound Like waves long to meet the last May this groom of rain for nest Be a thin spread of dews on grass Soft is the melting of hard. And moist after whispering of deep What have you listened my friend! How you heart coloured with the mist Where did you go to greet ancient breeze A deep and gentle sound inside Though the forest were to kill And dark was there in love And you saw how the river fills As breeze flows with parallel doves Yet you long for the ocean As you fought with the night Like time mirror the yellow shadow And the palace beholds the blue lie Sky? the moon ever longed for And now it's the fruit of trees As time clotted in the womb While I went swimming in the roots You searched for dews in yellow light And brought home back silk of white I was ever meteoric icy black As bright as whistle of cold night.