THE FLOWER THAT FUSSES ME

This red flower hits my eyes,

in this afternoon, it fusses me,

like a cool stone in the setting sun,

as if dust forms a ring around it so long.

How do I feel now?

It is my memory what I missed

fifty five years ago at my teens.

Am I fine, well now?

Still I am restless, to find

a loving, beautiful face of my choice,

in the same air that was half a century ago.

And I feel storm followed by

Wilderness in an arc of cradle.  

LITTLE EYES AWAKENING

You are travelling inside a moving train,

And it stops at a place,

You will see it is a station that offers you

To step out of train compartment and go destination,

The valid trip of going your home or working place,

Travelling through passage sphere with patience,

Your infant mind and curious eyes are overall delighted

On finding new things,

That you are now in great thinking that is opened

On your journey, and you are perhaps preparing to understand

Life’s twining and singing.

 

LOVE EYES IN SPLIT APPEARANCE

EYES AWAKE

In love pertaining in heaven

Sharing on the earth.

Eyes staring

Love makes sequences inside

The heart on screen beginning.

One dark night

Eyes make family life,

On familiar pain.

Morning follows morning,

Birds silent, river flows,

Eyes filled with tears.

Promising eyes,

Tears fill the heart with

Source being sinking.

Eyes are visions,

Mirrors are opponents,

Middle age darkening.

Eyes want to go out,

Decisive moments flow chart,

On the love’s threshold.

Eyes are painting,

Perception argues with reality,

We are bound in limitations.

Eyes are ignored

Accurate colorful melting turns greens

Porous is cloud.

Eyes see family life,

Eyelashes brim over spilt objects,

Normal population emboweled.

Eyes are donated

Money becomes source getting it,

Golden leaves flicker.

Soaked eyes,

Want to see forward,

Life line is split appearance.

Eyes of one person

Cannot be of another person,

Body and mind moving automatic,

Life is solid burnt sienna,

Eyes coordinate with life,

Looking alone is nature’s bind.

TO MY GRANDSON

O baby pilgrim, the beauty of the earth,

Do you search love we care first for your marching forward?

When we meditate in yellow aspires, you just arrive in love,

To fill our heart to live more, looking in your innocent new eyes,

Those are beautiful to give way to compose shape of life,

That you need, more syllables of measured steps for growing up.

We leave no stone unturned to keep you best in our endeavor,

To make you a man with black hair, with wide looks of significance,

And you will make threads of knowledge to hold divine earth,

That is the harmony we do desire to live in peace with shining

Of the sun, controls of each footing will not be waste

Over our life, dissolving the river of moving objects of awakening.