Lightless climb

Free falling into the depth, 'til there is no light to see our colored division, then to climb up slowly with broken bones.

A thousand years cat

This tearful last poem, by a thousand years old cat, spirited away in winter's wind, like soft snow melting, like soft snow melting... // in memory of Matamune from ShamanKing

Crossing

Between past and present, feminine and masculine, matter and spirit, being alive and being a ghost, light and darkness, remembering and forgetting, a fabric of in-betweenness, crossing artificial boundaries?

Snow’s dream

Can I not stay a moment longer? in this dream of the night's snow, melting away with the morning's light.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑