Yokohama sakura
my heart light
as the wind
folded cranes
one thousand and one wishes
for Japan
snow peak and fiery sky
a ballet dancer swirls
with all her ambitions
still stunning and waiting
at angkor wat corridors
heavenly nymphs
snow capped peaks and
the fiery sky
melt my heart
between the rushes,
gushes of the waterfall
angler quietly waits for his day
face
the mind's
twin brother
the cherry blossom
radiates so many feelings
this spring
dawn ganges
the chant of shiva rides
the light waves
dawn ganges
trailing the light
my chant of shiva
three cats
two facing
the other
earth hour
brightness and darkness
in our hands
haiku - the password to
a treasured and
enlightened moment
Liz taylor's love for the Ms
money, men and men with aids
leaves the first M to charity
in the flurry oftsunami
death radio news
cherry blossoms fall
tohoku tsunami aftermath
the snow weeping
on my face
Liz taylor tribute haiku
lost - the pair of translucent eyes
celluloids make
so exciting
yoga reflexology
an inner light corresponds
to each cakra
supermoon
quake victims willy nilly
take a look
supermoon
the size of my
fascination
supermoon
my fascination tonight
too ballooned
in the arch
of the rainbow
a gown of bliss
tilting up and down
a row of pigeons
on a loose wire
smile and laugh
putting wings
to my day
the stream flows
trailing time
in a canvas of infinity
dawn lotuses
i am open to all
fresh ideas
anger
the body burning up
itself
rain
in its sound
me
death anniversary
the field full with
migratory birds
sunset nostalgia
those empty days when my mind
was full of you
new spring kimono
trailing the fragrance
of the fresh blossom
spring
riding the nose
to me
friightened octopus
legs at loggerheads
with each other
approaching spring
an excitement thrusting over
the landscape of my mind
dawn nettles
at each tip
the day's light
in the tranquility
of the buddha's curvatures
yesterday's rain
skewering the heart
first pimple
on the face
a shadow
the crescent
emrbaces
journey to Shirdi
between the leaves
the welcoming light of Sai
the snow
weeps
on my face
i met Roberta many years back. The first impression of her...
with a deep hurt
she calls out
my name
In the lake too
blessings of the new day
the sun, the trees, and the bliss
Saturday, May 7, 2011
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