In our minds there lie unfathomable feelings.
And the solid energy that wells up from them
penetrates our brains
to create phantoms and illusions.
I wonder if the wind that has just passed in the passage
of an angel.
The flowers I am doomed to encounter tomorrow
may be the spirits of the woods.
It’s a strange idea. You might say
But you dare not say it is merely a phantom or an illusion.
If you have an ounce of feeling and a rapport with reality,
I long to gain deeper insight into many phases of time,
light and wind
that our minds confront as our thoughts float in space.
Consciences that have drifted away into the flow of time
with no longer be phantoms nor illusions, if only we can
believe in our visions.
What we have witnessed should be the supreme truth in time. |
Speculation
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Deep in mind lie my idle thoughts
Lacking other purposes, they thrust up
from the realm of peaceful slumber.
Where should I go
embracing those thoughts that drift in space?
Truth is too eternal to share, too distant to reach,
Too sorrowful to appreciate. |
Illusion
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Upon waking
The flowers smiled.
Like clouds the flocks of sheep
floated in the celestial blue.
Like dolls the dwarfs gazed still from the table.
Slumber rocks me gently
between illusion and reality.
Apprehension reveals demon from a dead tree.
Contentment flies an angel from the curtain.
Upon waking
in my mind’s reality
The flowers were smiling, just beautiful.
Dream and illusion, figures that the wind carved on the
time………
In the dim afterimage of consciousness
I roam. |
Efflorescence
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Time turns people’s recollections into wind
And bids farewell to their cherished memories.
When the bell sounds in the faraway sky
and cool air falls upon me
I feel a journey of mine is coming to the end.
For the sake of my recollections which have turned into fine
dust again tonight…………
I will try to open the door of the mind
To feel the flavor of the wind that will bear me up
on future encounters. |
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