A thousand paper cranes

aren’t we all.just paper cranes.our paper wings.our paper veins.our paper necks.our paper skies.folding petty.paper lies. no. not flesh and bone.not smiles and screams.aren’t we all.just paper dreams? It took me the last 51 days to fold my first 1000 paper cranes. According to Japanese tradition, folding 1,000 paper cranes gives a person a chance to…

Wabi-sabi: Honoring transience

The foamy seaSalt on meFoam on meSalt in the sea. Azure skySeagulls highAnd I’m highAnd seagulls fly. My legs in sandWhite flour on landMy legs on landWhite flour is sand. Breeze hits skinWorld’s on a spinAnd then I spinWhen wind hits skin. Nature’s flowLife’s on a go,Don’t let it goBecome the flow. ~ Japanese life…

Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

In this plastic world,If you tip over and fall, Shatter to a million pieces, Can never stand tall, You are porcelain, And you will be flawed, Called imperfect, fragile, Walked over and clawed, And then will you end up, Broken for life,Your pieces strewn over, Waiting in strife. Unless; You wipe your tears, Step out…

A Confession in a Tanka

Exhilarating, That day, when I stabbed the sky, The world slept in peace, The horizon bled to dawn, And I killed, ruthlessly, the night.