It is about the wiper
Which used to be a beautiful handkerchief
Lovely and full of melancholy

Still, it is no more bright, and not even white
It always makes things shine
Everywhere it goes, the place lights up
They seem to be purified or given a bulb

Still, gifting magic but could not save its vivid
Owning the ability to refine, but its yarn is increasingly faded
Everything is spotless but cannot clean its cosmic
Soft, worn fibers fall off with time
The absorbed stains of tho specks of dirt may not be washed off

Even though it becomes a rag, it always shines on its own
With a wise mission – to clean up any stains.
A handkerchief does not need to be white.

• Initial: June 16, 2022

Tiny windows
So many million colors
Various sizes
Vertical, horizontal, square, and even folded
Letters can go through it
Pictures can go through it
Sounds can go through it
Expressions can go through it
But feelings stay
And they couldn’t be walked through
Probably because they’re windows – who goes by the window?
Maybe someday, they will become real doors
To let us go through space
To bring us home
In a wink
Like a wind.

Disclaimer: If there is no internet, the windows of 2022 are nothing.

• Initial: May 14, 2022

I was given a body
I used to be sappy
I used to have no thorns
I used to be so small
I used to be so tall
I used to hold leaves
I went through aridity
It let me realize
I can revive
Wherever it is
Because I have a deep root
They go straight into the earth’s core
Find a groundwater
Pour to the South
To the nine tributaries of the Mekong River
To fade the color of the alluvial red water
Here I am, your little southern cacti’s home.

• Initial: April 22, 2022

Fearless of becoming prey, everyone dies anyway
She could stay and fade, but boring days
Little sparrow spreads its wings and flows the blue
New sky, new height, new strike
A meaningful life.

• Initial: April 22, 2022

Time is scarce
Water is scarce
Land is scarce
humans, too.

Extended nights, running away
no sleep
Suspensive days, hiding
no work
Desolate never-endings
no home
Violence, collapsing
no more family.

Even when the moonlight hasn’t changed the cycle yet
Who’d imagined there were secret shelters under the modern houses
and the sunlight is only in memory

Today, those words broke like my fractured heart, wondering
is love still immeasurable?
is kindness still infinite?
Anyway, I’m inclined toward the precious boundless compassion that sustains.

• Initial: March 11, 2022

They say mushrooms bloom after the rain
Yet they haven’t told how mushrooms survived water flows
Yet they haven’t said from where mushrooming
Yet they haven’t known about those that never come out of the ground

No one will know your roots, but you and the sleepless mood
Little mushroom, you won’t be the prettiest one, but you will make a story
That has never been told

So, little mushroom, tell the world how your species survive water flows
Tell them from where you bloom
And tell them how your never-come-out-friends tried.

Inside out.

• Initial: February 26, 2022

Fall, has it ever existed in the South with sun and rain?

The leaves on the trees did not fall here, yet my only leaf sank like thousands of weights.
Autumn leaves did fly away that year in the South
Autumn leaves did drop silently in the South
September goodbye that left me alone, oh on that Festival
Illusively I could no longer get up

My autumn green flew away that year
Like all the expired things that fall
Physical pain has ceased to exist in your body
Deliverance
from the tight cough every afternoon
from the pain that torments every night
from the languor of a skinny frame
Like all the expired things that fall

It was only after a while that I accepted a truth
That death is rebirth and reincarnation are the path of growth
That you are lucky to be able to have a new life, less pain, I hope.

For the past eight years, we have met every perfect full moon
There are a few weeks left until the day
We can’t come to see you
We can’t Meet to see you
We can’t Zoom to see you
We can’ Team; we can’t…

Let’s meet in mind, like every day we meet in unconsciousness.
And tell each other about the rises from renewals
That both of us already have
After that very distant day.

My answer is: Fall exists in the South with sun and rain, so does Rise.

• Initial: August 28, 2021

Why does goodbye have good?
Is it because people only wish good things for others when they’re apart?
Is it because people hope that after the farewell, all will be far but well?
Is it because whether meeting up again or not, everyone themself aspires to be better?
Tomorrow will be sweeter than today.
Life always brings us surprises.
In some way

I also met you by chance.
Mine now is better than the other me yesterday; I know that.
Today we say goodbye to each other is also part of the betterment of each
Saying goodbye to each other today, greeting each other on a more beautiful day ahead.
So, there’s all good in my goodbye to you.

Goodbye.
Until another chance to see you in person again, greater.

• Initial: August 5, 2021

I’m a sleepwalker
Walking on the long dreams of waking up
Traveling on the lengthy drunkenness of a dreamy day
Stepping on the dazed and confused stream
Wandering around in a cramped space
Heading forward and turning back
Stepping right then leaning to left
Strolling through the day without sunshine
Heading on the vague traces of tomorrow
Finding a way to wake up
To step out
To blend in with nature
To release the loneliness
And to take a deep breath
Then listen to the old hustle and bustle
Of the little things omitted before

I demand to wake up from this long curse
Even if I’m stuck in traffic, I’m content.

• Initial: July 30, 2021

No one has it all
If you’re beautiful, you probably won’t be rich
If you are both beautiful and rich, you are sad sometimes
It is often said that in order to be happy, you will have to sacrifice something
Like a mermaid who must lose her golden voice to step out to the Prince
Like the glamorous cry at night in classic movies

But are the poor happy?
Or do they have to struggle with basic needs?
Then they don’t have any trade-offs that can help to fix…

Let’s come back to the definition of true happiness
Where material possessions don’t create joy
It is not easy to follow that way of thinking, especially when you’re hungry
But first, be optimistic.
At least you won’t lose yourself.

Miracles happen every day.

• Initial: July 16, 2021