In the quietude of my existence, I stand—a house, not abandoned, but weathered by time. My stairs creak, each step a memory etched into the grain of wood. The windows, once clear, now bear the marks of countless seasons—raindrops, snowflakes, and the breath of winds that whisper secrets through the night. The walls, steadfast sentinels, groan in harmony with the tempests that sweep across the landscape.Yet, listen closely: I am not haunted. No restless spirits linger within my timeworn chambers. Instead, I harbor echoes of life—the laughter of children, the hushed conversations of lovers, the quiet sobs of those who … Continue reading A House Built of Living Light

I am the storms, woven into the fabric of existence. My essence dances with the tempests, a symphony of chaos and creation. Each element whispers my name—the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind’s wild embrace, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops.In the heart of the city, I am the wink of lightning, illuminating hidden corners and forgotten dreams. My electric touch ignites passion, leaving traces of wonder on concrete walls. And when the fields stretch wide, I become the growl of thunder, reverberating through the earth, urging life to awaken.But it is in the quiet moments that I … Continue reading I Am Yansan’s Daughter

Written in 2017 Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival. The world spins, seasons change, and yet my heart remains tethered to that distant horizon. There, in the soft glow of possibility, I yearn for the touch of destiny—a whispered promise that defies time and distance.In this quiet anticipation, I become both seeker and sought. My footsteps trace invisible paths across the canvas of existence, seeking the echo of your presence. Is it fate or folly that binds me to this longing? Perhaps both, for love knows no logic, only the ache of absence.The stars conspire, weaving constellations that … Continue reading Beyond Myself

Under the cerulean expanse of a summer sky, we wandered hand in hand, our laughter echoing through the park. The grass cradled our secrets, and memories of childhood danced like fireflies around us. We almost sat on that weathered bench, sharing stories of scraped knees and stolen cookies, our hearts unraveling like old letters.The strawberries were ripe, their crimson sweetness staining our lips. We almost tasted eternity as we fed each other, the sun casting dandelion shadows on our skin. Puns flowed effortlessly, like the breeze that carried away our whispered dreams. We wondered if we could spin poetry from … Continue reading Almost

In the quiet of your chest, where the embers of longing smolder, you cradle love like a fragile flame. It flickers, dances, and yearns for release. You, the keeper of this inferno, carry it within you—a box of matches tucked into the pocket of your soul.“Set it all on fire, baby,” you whisper to the night, your voice a hymn of recklessness. The city sprawls before you, its buildings standing sentinel, waiting for your touch. You strike a match against the rough edge of existence, and the world ignites. Each structure becomes a pyre, flames licking at concrete and steel. … Continue reading Set It All Ablaze

Amidst the delicate dance of love, my dear, we find ourselves both enriched and diminished. Love, that enigmatic force, wields its magic with a paradoxical grace. It takes away certainties, yet gifts us with new ones. It plucks the old roots from our hearts, yet anchors us in newfound soil. It dissolves our fears, toasting us alongside countless others who share this intoxicating elixir. In this tender tango, we sway between winning and losing, discovering courage and losing sight of it. Our lucidity, once sharp, becomes a misty veil as we wander through reveries. But there exists one precious exception—the … Continue reading The Parafox of Love

To my father Amidst the bustling crowd, she wandered—a seeker in the cathedral of youth. There, she glimpsed her father, his eyes etched with salt, memories eternally etched into the grooves of his face. His bald head, once a fortress, now bore the patina of time, stainless steel skin beginning to rust. The passage of years had softened him, made him vulnerable.Salt also stung her own eyes, love as gentle as a sea-breeze. Conversations unfolded like prayers, each word a sacred offering. Children whispered supplications to other children, their innocence a hymn. Mothers, too, prayed to fathers, seeking solace in … Continue reading Cathedrals of Youth

Amidst the symphony of existence, we find our place—a delicate note in the grand composition of life. We are not mere spectators; we are woven into the very fabric of this pulsating world. Our bodies, vessels of stardust and ancient echoes, resonate with the heartbeat of the planet. Earth’s Pulse Feel it—the rhythm beneath your skin, the primal cadence that unites us all. We mirror the earth’s dance: rising with the sun, tilling the soil of our days, and resting under the moon’s silver gaze. Our seasons echo hers—spring’s tender buds, summer’s blaze, autumn’s golden exhale, and winter’s quietude. Elements … Continue reading In the Whisper of Earth’s Breath

Once, I knelt on cold church pews, my small hands clasped in prayer. The scent of incense hung heavy, and stained glass windows painted stories of saints and sinners. I was raised Catholic, steeped in tradition, my heart echoing ancient hymns. Jesus, the great teacher, walked dusty roads, sandals worn thin by compassion. His parables stirred hearts, and his miracles ignited hope. I imagine him sharing laughter with Siddhartha Gautama under a Bodhi tree, their wisdom converging like rivers into an ocean. Yet, as seasons turned, I stepped away from dogmas and rituals. The stained glass lost its brilliance, and … Continue reading Inward Horizons

In the vast expanse of cosmic indifference, where galaxies swirl and stars ignite, I pen my plea.You, who measure epochs in eons, perceive my emotions as mere motes—a fleeting dance of particles. To you, they are whispers carried on solar winds, ephemeral as stardust. But within me, they swell like nebulae, consuming galaxies of thought and feeling.So, dear Universe, as you traverse the celestial tapestry, heed this humble plea:Watch your steps, for my heartstrings stretch across constellations. Your cosmic tread may unknowingly unravel the delicate threads that bind me. And if, perchance, you find yourself near my soul’s orbit, tread … Continue reading Dear Universe,