—Where does that melody come from—

A faint grass whistle echoes
An illusion, or a memory?

Perhaps our scars led us here
Invisible truths lie as unspoken cries
Beneath the waves, in the blue of our inner wounds.

I'm grateful I met you
The leaves whisper, swaying in the wind
I live as a leaf, so keep playing that melody beautifully
For it will make wounds ache anew
Reminding someone of what’s lost and precious.

Our stories will never converge
Even if we can't return
Even if the sorrow remains unhealed
We can find each other again.

Endlessly, time after time.

In longing for my future self’s desires
We taste a sliver of true freedom.

A grass whistle’s song in the fresh early summer breeze,

—Where does that melody come from?—

Vetches

Amplified feelings

Traditions beyond the pale

Malice swells on the tide

Communities in lockstep resonance

I shut my eyes, ride out the chop, and take what comes—
lest the surge consume me.

Surge

it started with a single drop of water
but no matter how much i bail the bilge keeps filling

i'll keep bailing with this bucket
can't stop can't rest can't be replaced

maybe i'll sink

will anyone praise me
will anyone help me
or maybe
no one even knows

it's quiet
just the sound of the water and me
nothing else

i'll go under soon
as i keep shedding the noise from the outside

to bail is to live
what a sweet act

in the silence where the outside world disappears
my little boat of happiness goes under

Bail

when you ditch the script
and see things from the other side
you find the world's true beauty

you're not doing it for fun
but you find joy in the doing
and you're loving everything that is

a random encounter born from nothing
or an uninvited disaster that shows up unannounced

it’s a blessing
you just had to flip the script

Blessing

I flap my wings of imagination,
my aims set high,
to a place far beyond here.

But the weight on my shoulders grows,
as I push my tired self forward.

What lies there, I wonder?

This is a trial given to me.
A barrier I must break.
A rite of passage to a new world.

But I have stopped trying to break through it.
I simply decided to be here, with the familiar wall.

And then, for the first time, I saw it.
An unnamed flower at my feet, swaying in the wind.
Just as the flower finds peace simply by being,
so do I.

And here, I can finally breathe,
and feel the scent of a new beginning.

Beyond

As matter gains its mass, things emerge from the sway of the wave.

In the vessel of the body, a past time continuously handed down; A micro-cosmos containing both intimacy and discord. Everything resides here.

The earnest act of paring language away, a rugged endeavor that brews a rich flavor.

What is meant to advance shall eventually stir, and what is meant to remain shall ultimately return.

History is a single stream where joy and sorrow intermix; When meaning is retrospectively rewritten, a new story will begin.

Keepsake

A sudden breath of wind; Unmasking the pale nape

The final sanctuary, veiled in sheer silk… Grace in a light that never strikes the same way twice

If I reach out, it slips away; My final horizon— The edge where my world ends

I release these shimmering tremors Into the vast sky

Nape

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