Thursday, February 28, 2019

Shells

I pluck beautiful thoughts
from the mind tree
of my beautiful orchard
during my morning runs,
like
the kid picking and sorting
lovely sea shells
from the beach sand.


Monday, February 18, 2019

Discourse

The warmth derived, after
the discourse of a bereaved mind
is enough to comfort
someone lain bare-bodied on
a slab of glacial ice.


dated: Dec 17, 2018

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Me

I wander all around
like a nomad, unaware 
of what I am looking for
Yet,
I discover, rejoice, and relish
I falter, suffer, and learn
You say I deviate...
But, you must understand:
I know, that I have to
come back home.

That's me. Know me.

Monday, February 04, 2019

Tired

After a long day, I hit the bed
I lay on my left and realize that
my body's pressed so hard, that
I begin to feel parts of myself
My entire head, torso, 
and my lower limbs.

I surrendered and 
entrusted myself to it
Knowing that it will 
take good care of me
Like walking beside the one I love,
completely carefree, 
and mindless and unaware
of my path, 
back home.