beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

this day I shall not fly alone with new hope and not forlorn living dreaming planning parting leaving behind my depressed mind stepping ahead as my spirit heard you said do not fear for I have wiped away your every tear go forth as I have come forth behold here is My heart as always … Continue reading beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

various perspectives on flowers: a poem

Variations on a Theme -marriage. the wife loves flowers higher or lower she will climb or stoop just to do a loop not the hyperloop deco her proper coop do not touch my chicken coop you nincompoop wife screams with her scoop the wife just loves flowers same as I love mower my shinny new … Continue reading various perspectives on flowers: a poem

What is the only true reality when it comes to the value of every person? (1)

every investor knows that the value of anything is not the value we pay for at the moment we transact. it is another value we see in the unseen, a future value of the investment and this involves the crucial word "Growth". without seeing a potential for growth we will not bother to invest. every … Continue reading What is the only true reality when it comes to the value of every person? (1)

to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

Growth this is a song i would not sing because the song has run away in sync with other days i shall not bring this is a song i should not sing because its lyrics have bloomed into an early spring here here i call in the midst of freezing into a laboriously sculptured thing … Continue reading to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

an autumn story: must be prepaid

a Pedestrian nothing is free son all must be prepaid a voice from behind the wooden wall warns. mind your step son on real snow must be prepared as he trips his foot over a thorn the glassy bottles rattle as he glides across and prattles leaving behind many feet long gutter clash, crash, clatter, … Continue reading an autumn story: must be prepaid

autumn story: land’s end, lonesome cafe, something orange.

She says, No one passes here anymore; You know, less is more. Continuing chattering, her eyes not engaging, hands fluttering like butterfly trapped on fake glass map. You shouldn't be here, Peter. Her fingers deftly whittle away a wooden kettle. Too late now we are closing down, Peter. (She throws a bone across the table) … Continue reading autumn story: land’s end, lonesome cafe, something orange.

Love textures: O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

Textures of red.  This picture was taken this morning when I saw a glimpse of red in a little park. Whilst this is not a red rose, I would share a touching sentimental poem about red love. O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the … Continue reading Love textures: O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

Not magic: a day at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Not Magic. Underwater life is no magic. It is real in the tangible physical world. Where did such wonder come from? The same where every living and none living things (including planets and the origins of the materials and matters that form planets, stars, gases and forces) and creatures come from. Bible verses: And God … Continue reading Not magic: a day at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

my tiny fruitful acquaintances

Tiny This picture of tiny berries was taken when I was looking for bright colors in Autumn. It grew by the roadside. The colors are rich and give a feeling of the richness of nature in this season when those who labor can expect a harvest. The birds and squirrels too have waited for this … Continue reading my tiny fruitful acquaintances

Flowers are not in chaos

Well, my brothers and sisters, let’s summarize. When you meet together, one will sing, another will teach, another will tell some special revelation God has given, one will speak in tongues, and another will interpret what is said. But everything that is done must strengthen all of you. (1 Corinthians 14:26) The flowers are Not … Continue reading Flowers are not in chaos

view from a train on three stations

Shine on Davis, Sacramento, Colfax As I look at these pictures I took last January from a train, I realize how attractive the color yellow is when the sun shines on it. The buildings with the yellow plastered on them are basked under the sunshine and become beautiful. They are of three distinctly different architecture. The … Continue reading view from a train on three stations

a merry heart’s journey edge

Edge is a comparative advantage. It is also the outside limit of an object, area, or surface; a place or part farthest away from the center of something. I took this photo on a train climbing a mountain. The river looks as if it is at the edge of the track. I probably slanted my mobile phone camera … Continue reading a merry heart’s journey edge

a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

Mirror a wordless reflection one morning in winter. Wordless beauty. Looking at this today brings back long gone memory of a time when he first had a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was getting ready to go to work. He watched her at the door. He could only see her back. But then he … Continue reading a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

a watery mirrored house of haiku (two versions)

Mirror watery evening my front yard's sunset floating daily abiding I took this photo on 20151229 again in a hurry one evening in California. The place is a must see site because of its famous reflection of beautiful and colorful houses on water. The panoramic view did not turn out well as I was using … Continue reading a watery mirrored house of haiku (two versions)

am i not rare? a sidewalk flower asks

Rare Yes, you are rare. In my eyes. Today, I walk pass this way without expecting to see you. I am just walking and not looking. I am busy because I am going somewhere. This pathway and roadside are just things I happen to walk by from one spot to another spot. My destination is … Continue reading am i not rare? a sidewalk flower asks

this morning I fly alone: a haiku

Morning This dawning alone flying solo not forlorn painting world beyond This picture is unedited. I used a Samsung Galaxy and set the scene at dawn. It came out like a painted picture. The bird at the right corner is a bonus. We never know what we shall get in life until we receive them. … Continue reading this morning I fly alone: a haiku

the colors you wear: a haiku (and a prose)

colors green and blue always your favorite so true a dress for my heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He remembers her in her blue and green dress. She dresses well. The colors of nature: the green grass, green plants, green trees, and the blue sea, blue mountain, blue sky. Often there is white space in between, like a white canvas background … Continue reading the colors you wear: a haiku (and a prose)

planting with my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

opening the heart seeing beauty in plain sight gold and rare delight ~~~~~~~~Seeing is not longer difficult for a traveler with a heart. He sees things differently. The field. The sky. The plants. The clouds. The water. The light. The colors. Dawn. Noon. Sunset. Rain or shine. Seasons. Structure and organization of matters. Even the … Continue reading planting with my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

my friends’ coiffure: a haiku (and a prose)

waving grinning wide faithful greeting by roadside winter soon here bye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Trees are my friends. These two are sort of cute, with their rather unusual rust-brown color and the way they lean toward the road with their almost identical formation of branches and clusters of leaves, making me wonder if a hairdresser for trees has done their coiffure. … Continue reading my friends’ coiffure: a haiku (and a prose)

a tree and her shade: a haiku (and prose)

inseparable a tree and her shade label refreshing table ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Walking in hot sun requires plenty of shady spots to rest. Here is one of my favorite spots. Near Autumn but there is still plenty of green. The sun can get quite unbearable and one has to fortify oneself with a hat/cap, at least a bottle … Continue reading a tree and her shade: a haiku (and prose)

“Voilà, Lo, there it is, see here!” a haiku (and a prose)

a fine day unfolds meeting green friends light refreshed petal parasols ~~~~~~~~~~~~Nature often brings pleasant surprises. A casual walk under the sun may bring you to another world. Like this picture. We are taken to a tour at the dam to see fishermen fishing and making of fish paste. But the other side of the dam is … Continue reading “Voilà, Lo, there it is, see here!” a haiku (and a prose)

sometimes a tree talks: a haiku (and a prose)

with my hands lifted i share my thoughts in my days see my signs i say ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nature has its way of expression. So do men. Some words cannot be expressed adequately with mere audible sound. Some are meant to show with other means: see, touch, feel, perceive, and participate in. Does nature have a way of communicating? I believe … Continue reading sometimes a tree talks: a haiku (and a prose)

winter’s positive statement: a haiku (and a prose)

they burst out living turning this corner walking winter spring in all ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Just before he leaves this place he walks round to see if there is any moment of joy and hope he can capture and send to her. Someone says that even in winter some trees will bloom if there is sunshine for a few … Continue reading winter’s positive statement: a haiku (and a prose)

a dog’s life continues beyond: a haiku (and a prose)

a day we gather this shore and beyond we dream daring to venture ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All three of us together. It is rare. Because we depend on our human friends to bring us here for the fresh air and smell of the marks left behind by other living things, mainly dogs like us. Sometimes an occasional bird may … Continue reading a dog’s life continues beyond: a haiku (and a prose)

a dog’s life continues alone: a haiku (and a prose)

The world is not small for all creatures in the wild free to roam and soar ~~~~~~~~~~~~I long for freedom. I am a small dog. My owner is very protective because he ties me up when he visits a pub to quench his thirst and meet others like him. So I wait and wait. Someone … Continue reading a dog’s life continues alone: a haiku (and a prose)

a dog’s life continues: a haiku (and a prose)

A beautiful day smells of sea creatures abound freedom on this shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~A dog's life is enviable to human. Like all other living creatures, I am not naturally bound in the wild. But some of us look for friendship with human. Sometimes I may feel obligated to please the one who feeds me. But generally I can remain free inside … Continue reading a dog’s life continues: a haiku (and a prose)

writing Haiku-passenger 2: a haiku (and a prose)

'tis uncertain way nature breaks for lunch in sky know not where she strays ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Writing a haiku using another picture of a passenger on the road viewing from a car window is a further tough lesson today. What can the traveler see? What is on his mind? Haiku in its original Japanese form is mainly (if not all) about … Continue reading writing Haiku-passenger 2: a haiku (and a prose)

your time 333: a haiku (and a prose about Indie)

waking his mind takes 333 her time calling car view of a lake `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a haiku often depicts a momentary scene. Like this view of a lake when he wakes at his own time at 5:33am. But her time is only 3:33pm on a previous day.The international dateline has separated the two time zones. In crossing … Continue reading your time 333: a haiku (and a prose about Indie)

ocean in the sky: a haiku (and a prose)

Ocean shifted house billowing waves right above spectacular move ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the geographical terrain where the traveler now stations on this globe he sees a different sky. Another shade of blue color. Another formation of clouds. Another regiment of trees. Same globe but different. The waves of the ocean sky are different. The foams are different. Often it makes him … Continue reading ocean in the sky: a haiku (and a prose)

Meet the African penguins (ecology continues): a haiku

No cold snow at best flying through ocean to nest rocky shore for rest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I see these cute birds in the enclosure. They do not need ice. They are from a warm country. A big strong male stands as guard. Couples of smaller ones make their own individual homes in the rocky caves. There are babies too. what surprises … Continue reading Meet the African penguins (ecology continues): a haiku

what the clouds say today: a haiku (and a prose)

Nothing to declare fearing to share what forbear stripping his heart bare ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The clouds often speak volumes. He likes to watch and record clouds. Clouds actually have mouths and eyes and they talk to each other with their eyes open and mouths shaped like a gentle smile. They are different from human. In the ancient times … Continue reading what the clouds say today: a haiku (and a prose)

walking in the green park: a haiku (and a prose)

I think I'm alone I hear my friend calling me walking far beyond ~~~~~~~~~~~~coming home means I can walk anytime of the day as the green park is just nearby, about ten minutes' drive. My occasional (like once in a blue moon) passing sadness is that I am walking alone again, unlike the clouds which tend … Continue reading walking in the green park: a haiku (and a prose)

coming home to sound of birds: a haiku (and a prose)

Morning sounds are sweet chirping twittering chatting birds and human meet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassion never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23 [Full Chapter] It is good to praise the Lord     and make music to your name, O Most High, 2 proclaiming your … Continue reading coming home to sound of birds: a haiku (and a prose)

a haiku on haiku

Winter is best time suspends in space and in me warm and cold in rhyme ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why does this traveler write Haiku? I started writing Haiku in my teen days. I happened to read a book on Japanese Haiku (translated to English) in the library and tried writing some myself. It is simple and short … Continue reading a haiku on haiku

You are not alone: a haiku bird song

Seeing with your heart I am next to you in tune You are not alone ~~~~~~~~~~~~ At first the traveler thought there was just one lone bird perched on a pole. When looking closely at the picture, another tiny bird emerged on a lower pole. Voilà! Not a lone bird after all. (This much reduced-size … Continue reading You are not alone: a haiku bird song

a demonstration: haiku for her hair

worry not the hair splashing colors everywhere nature claps and says ~~~~~~~~~~~~~For a change from the many sad news she decides to demonstrate her passion and support for the great varieties of beauty in nature. So she puts colors on her hair and holds fast to her belief in the autumn breath, receiving a standing … Continue reading a demonstration: haiku for her hair