(2015)
Soft rain drops falling on the gro… Celestial blessings around Purifying the atmosphere Offering us much joy here. Trees, animals and everyone
That voice’s come pretty clear Like reaching every point near Encircling us sweetly In comfort, silently. It’s sent flashes of light
There are plenty of voices around Resonating in our mind Striking us in different ways. Some have escaped from characters Lively portrayed in books
It’s a hot starry night On the seashore A glimmering stare Wishes it would approach The lighthouse ever more.
On this avenue Trees speak to me And I listen to them Silently. They encourage me
It is an ongoing witness It even was so Before we were born... It is a close companion Sometimes we don’t notice it
One feels one dies... before dying One undergoes pain in this living One feels the dream fades away Yet one believes in a unique Ener… That proves one isn’t astray.
It’s embedded in a smile Truly spontaneous, heartfelt At every little while. It’s vivid in a warm hand—holding Always present over longing
A small garden on earth Born to a larger one Is adorned by rosebeds Where sweet—smelling roses grow In the colours of the rainbow.
Simply amazing how this river flow… Quietly whispering through the ban… Where sunbeams come and glow... Its waters stay pure and clear Blessed by the radiant sun
Waves kissing the pebbled shore Gazed at me and asked: “Shall we see your boat no more?” Contemplating the blue sky I responded with a sigh:
That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.
In quietness meditating We heed a voice so clearly Joining us intensely! Tears of sorrow disappear To give way to light, so near.
From green to yellow Singing tunes so mellow They’re falling down the ground Spreading music around. They’ve relished the Summer days
At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe
