When I had one piece of grey hair, I rushed to dye it chestnut brown
When I had two, I got my hair golden highlighted
When there were 10, I asked people to pull them all out
It’s more than 100 right now
I leave it like that

So

No need to be panic when you are about to have a new hair color
No need to be afraid when you will have another version of yourself
When your hair is lighter, the marks of time on your skin and eyes are darker
Your impact on this world will be more assertive
The story about your life will be more vibrant
The love you receive is more passionate

There’s nothing like greying hair, but we then have everything in abundance.
The rainbow of our life is clearer when memory fades.

• Initial: November 18, 2022

24 hours, wake and sleep between two reversed time zones
Two roles
Two lives
Two responsibilities

Whether it’s the moon or the sun, there’s light.
No matter which side of the mirror, there’s a perfect reflection
Although diverse in form, space, time, and social status, they share the same values.
Dedicated, wholehearted
No matter which being I am, still me

I even think I’m sleepwalking.
One of the presences is in a dream.
If yes, it must be the most extended fantasy in the world
Ultimately, there will be a time to wake up
And I will have to open my eyes in 365 days.

I'm myself, no matter whether it's Mickey or Ánh.

• Initial: August 16, 2022

My New Year’s Eve has never been so cold as this
Florida, the sunshine state, 3 degrees Celsius, I huddled on the cold floor
Vacation has been a luxury for me for the past 15 years, yet here, I had a reluctant vacation
because everyone rests,
no internet connection
no shipment
no restaurant
Was it like this for every newcomer?
maybe
So, I won’t cry anymore, I have to adapt
Expensive, everything needs money
I convert currency every time I go to the supermarket
Could I buy anything? Of course, from the smallest.
(The) only thing I must do is set a budget
Afford or not depends on the ingenuity of spending.
and of course, don’t take a ride!
Half of my time is spent waiting for the bus
A strange feeling, because I have never used a bus in my life
Cup-cakes here are so sweet, but I sweat in the winter.

You know what? Even if I could pay for an entire glass, I couldn’t find it full.

• Initial: July 29, 2022

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