What else can I say?
The world is what we make it,
or maybe it’s not.
The little splashes we make
barely change the water’s calm.
What else can we do?
From nothing, everything comes
and then it is gone.
How we choose to measure time
makes little difference to it.
What else could there be?
Nothing exists forever;
and how would we know?
We see just the horizon;
life doesn’t stop at our eye.
30 Apr 2025
In a post-truth world
the art of lying is lost;
no one’s good at it.
It takes imagination
and some creativity.
In a post truth world,
there’s no need for flattery;
why bother with it?
You can simply fake the facts
and seem like a real genius.
In a post truth world
no news isn’t just good news,
but it’s not real news.
What difference can it make
when no one is listening?
19 FEB 2025
Leave a CommentOur entire lifetime:
a short line drawn in water;
soon nothing remains.
It doesn’t matter what ink
or how much pressure you use.
What seems important
doesn’t leave an impression
in time’s vast ocean.
Each of us is a mirage;
Not even wetness is real.
17 FEB 2025
Leave a CommentGrasping our nothing
we try sharing everything;
we are all alone.
Wholeness disguises itself
in the mirror’s reflection.
We hold our nothing
like a vast, sacred treasure;
our fingers give out.
Beyond the edge of owning,
true experience begins.
22 JAN 2025
Leave a CommentThis note may be dark,
but it reflects the weather.
Besides, too much light
fades color from everything.
What a gray world that would make!
Rainbows and sunshine
do not help the whole world grow.
There must be dark storms
to fuel life at its deep roots,
build jungles out of deserts.
Seeing only good
is merely self-hypnosis;
dark and light exist
in equal measure out there.
Why persist out of balance?
05 JUN 2017
Leave a CommentWhy is the sky blue
except from reflected water
stretched between small bits of land?
Why is water blue
except its depths mirror skies
above it, touching everything?
23 MAY 2017
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