"Don't make up stories"

whisper I to I

and snap back 

into the present grit

Let me have this experience

through beauty

Beauty doesn't quit

I may point at the shadow

but it doesn't show the one

who casts it

And when I'm trying to run away

I'm only spinning tires

focused on misunderstanding

Smoke dancing above chimney

I watch it in the morning

So peaceful

like Ando's Buddha hill

in snow

You are you for so long

you don't think about it

until she comes into your life

to tell breathing stories

And you look upon yourself

touched by her wonder

off you go to explore

your very own territories

The unoffended part of the soul

is where I want to write

of all the love I have for you

Tell me

how many times

you've been obsessed

with Jan Garbarek

Sudden coffee in my house

clothes weaved with cigarettes

Comfort, friends, some oil paint

a guitar, creek water, cake 

We created a whole field

of just being, simply loving

you and everybody else

Looking forward to life

as the days fill up with surprises

Pouring milk foam into my cup

what's underneath is always changing

As we walk we water

and because we're moving

we might never see the bloom

But other flowers will be on way

watered by others

Program me to understand

the subtle

Drivel masked as canyons

Colour within the gyrus 

of the mind

On days when laundry drying

is part of the decor

it's also Sunday

"Who works in moods like these?"

I ask 

If unreceived love is like

grieving

should I not give it all

to self

Instead I text

"Compare love to sneezing"

drink tea and get to work

Volunteer something

to die today

in you

The last bit

is the hardest to let go

I didn't know I was holding so much in

***

Turns out it was love

I was withholding

"What am I angry for?" -

I asked

"I'd like to be seen

for how much I do 

every day", -

I said, in red

And I went to her

asking to see me

Beautifully she told me

about how I weave and hold

My anger left

I'm here in peace. And love

again

I discovered distrust

in my matrix

What it is, - I asked

guarantee me no pain

bring me only the laughter?

I refuse

Trust is existence itself

Trying hard

leading way astray

searching for nothing

in snowy woods

Steps going up

white arrow at my feet

Everything's back in place

when you know your dream

Snuck out of my head

crawled outside

wrapped in my mood

almost turned into rime

gold-light-pounced fog

Наказ - ведь мудрый совет

Чем я наказываю людей?

себя? Как любящий наставник

или из установок прошлого

о том, что должен

о том, как надо

New waffle maker

comes with a person

23 years of experience

I'll just eat with my mouth shut

melting from love on the inside

Still think of you

some days

It warms up 

inside my chest

same as money flowing

through those electrical lines

Makes me happy

I feel you, Yosamu

every day as the horizon tilts

You send me away to tea

sometimes inviting yourself over

Oolong attaches to the milk

can't tell where one ends

the other starts

The taste of caves right after rain

And heaps of cardamom kick in

surprisingly as last 

Life suddenly stands out

right in my face

photicular in shape 

and very soft

Once you believe the cat is alive

and you see it with your own eyes

everything becomes up to you

He left his gold-tipped arrows

in the corner of my mudroom

shrugged and went off

to turn yawns into landscapes

Go here!

Dreaming of unpleasant

gimcrackery all night

I shouted quietly, Enough

of this nonsense

And woke up

The joke goes like this

It's hard for a woman to

choose where to eat

her last choice

brought on doomsday

But it is really so

Achieve anything

through emotions

and tell me the truth

The house threw up

bananas

bananas everywhere

Crazy people lived there