I let a part of myself go

before I kissed it and held it softly

I realized I loved it

not for the beauty or other traits

but because it existed

And with a smile

I put it in the fireplace

 

 

 

Rustle, rustle, rustle whisk

whoosh of gentle feet

Poem strokes on a scroll

ikebana swishing

Sip, sip, sip your tea

this lunar year in beauty

 

 

 

Did you leave yourself a trail

of insignificant little things

that leads to that day when

you woke up

just a person

and didn't remember

who and what...

Searching for the familiar textile

you were becoming something

completely new

unknown to science and friends

What things does it have on it?

 

 

 

Hyperborea

Kalokagathia

Eudaimonia

Categoric imperative

G. Santayana

The Constitution of every country

And at least 6797202 people incarcerated yesterday

Where are you at?

 

 

 

You remember what Earth felt like

before we took gems out of it?

Are we meant to make mines

and cities and ballads of love

from colourful rocks?

Can't stop thinking about

the purpose of stones

deep deep away from the sun