(2014)
Broad are my shoulders, Puffed are the muscles of my breas… Mighty is my heart, full of coura… Focus in my eyes, fixed at the horizon in the sight,
Like the rivulets, and springs are… Don’t know where they spring from, Like the rain and showers that fee… Are the memories of my past and pr… Like the streams and rivers gushin…
When future beckoned and present i… I stepped out of my door and walke… Out of the narrow alley, on to the… I walked past by my past, on the o… Tracing my fortune and tracking my…
Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
Hour by hour and over and over, I tilted the hour glass when dripp… But I could never get whether the… Or the ticking time follows the dr… I knocked the hour glass from the…
Standing under the ledge and over… Of the land and water, Watching over the river, Wandering under the sky! The currents of water were strong,
Haggard and tired, at the end of t… I returned home and opened the doo… To exit from the outside world, And enter the four walls of my roo… When I turn around to exit from m…
The clear summer skies, with its s… Their shadows crawling over the lu… The busy bees, the grazing cows, t… The hedges over the edges, the tul… Their colours, the reds, the pinks…
The journey of life is one of a ki… It moves forward but leaves the pa… When the caravan walk past the des… The footprints were left on the sa… When the tides ebb the shore,
On a cold, quiet winter night, Under the moon and the twinkling s… Nippy breeze caressing the snow so… When the world already went to bed… In the dark room half lit by the s…
Know that this feeling is not true… Know that this feeling is a true l… Know that this feeling is a lie th… Like the lie of your abstract pres… And the reality of your physical a…
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…
When the stillness of silence is d… When the brightness of light is bl… When the thickness of translucence… When the intensity of sense is num… I stand still in space and time, n…
Frizzled are they, and lay damp an… Born are they to breathe and breed… Bitter are they to taste, so put t… But the fruits they bear are sweet… Neither the mighty nor the tiny of…
There are places I haven’t been, Many faces I haven’t seen, The smells I haven’t tasted, And the waters I haven’t tested, The sounds I haven’t heard,