Rose

July, summer rain came
with unintentional harshness ---

Thoughts evaporated
into humidity, which
permeated through my garden
where I saw a rose,
blooming herself,
under the gaze of daylight---

She is naked
She is white
She is whiter than the winter Moon...

After a thinker stripped off his own statue

After the thinker stripped off his own statue
Beauty, stepped into inferno
embraced condemned souls
with grace

White Buffalo

There is time
keeps us still
There is space
let us flow
There is music
keeps us silent
There is silence
let us explode

There is snow
glowing under the Moon
where there is a buffalo
white as snow
There is an Eagle
hovering above the Moon
where there is Beauty
(makes us) to die for…