I woke up this morning having a beautiful memory in my mind: William Ricketts’ superb sculpture from the Sanctuary he built on Mt. Dandenong, Melbourne, Australia to pay respect to the Aboriginal people. The innocence and purity of these eyes melted my heart the moment I saw them, in a place not too far from
For https://dversepoets.com/2018/04/02/haibun-monday-faith/ Thin, tingling air above my head and then, a silence like the final end. For just an instant. And then, the words exploded in my mind. And then, the puzzle of my life was finally complete. A truth that shone the Light while purpose was revealed. An understanding from the highest peak into
For https://dversepoets.com/2018/04/05/openlinknight-217/ Last summer I started writing my thoughts in English. I don’t know why. Phrasing in English, whatever I was experiencing, was not a choice of the ego-mind. It simply came this way, it has been born this way. A cycle of poems entitled Parentheses (The Diary of Renovation) grew out while parentheses became
For Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 31 March 2018 (Though it’s already Sunday :) ) Our words this week are: – guest and host – liquid and solid And my exercise is: My liquid dreams poured on your solid ground. Soft tears kept falling on your hard polished heart until tiny pores opened the giant door
Source of image: Google The horse came back alone. No one behind, no one aside. The shivering grass cried. Approaching, he shortened his stride to the falling of croaks and the chirps of the wild, a symphony like an imperial tide, a rhythm of waves from a chaos that tried to soften his




