Sunday, May 15, 2011

Traveler's diary


Travelling with the wind........
Feet held on heavens..........
searching what everyone searches..
not finding what you find!
A brute earthly animal!
loves rain and flowers.....
rise with the sun, fly with the moon,
date with wild cedar..in an eastern waterfront....
birthing thousand babies from lost wastelands-
of night's hurting dreams....
just me.. on this floor...the dance is on...!

Hundred Pages of Love

You fondly called it, "Our hundred pages of love". It's like hundred years of waiting, Another hundred years of living, A...