Kohava Ray
In a circle, I’ll come back again, To enjoy the autumn on the land
And set for the new journey;
How about you? Planning?
Each one has his own ship, Own departure time and
Place for the return
Bon Voyage!
Voyage
Ripened leaves are murmuring restlessly
The departure is near
Set sails!
Call the wind!
The fallen leaves, suddenly excited,
Become hundreds of thousands of ripples
To push out the ship
Toward the Atlantic!
The color of the wave is
Changed from ripened to marine blue
The ship advances on the surface of the sphere
The Spiral Ladder
One day
A son was born
His mother was a fertile land, who welcomed everyone
His father was a rain, who gave mercy to everyone
They met each other wherever they went
The father was assimilated into the mother's gracious body
She held him firmly and tenderly
One day
A son was born
He was full of curiosity, courageous, and
His eyes were shinning like diamonds;
Another day,
When the son saw a pitch-black sky
Jeweled with tens of thousands of diamonds
He wanted to go up there badly
To look for something to reach there
From a hill of the mother's breast
A spiral ladder growing up to the sky
The son climbed up step by step
When the son came in the middle
He looked down, far down
The father praised him in showing a glittering ocean
Where dolphins and fishes were jumping
On and off the wave
The mother admired him in blossoming colorful flowers
Growing from green carpet
When he looked back
To face to the pitch-black infinity
He wondered if he could continue this stepping or not
Anxiety
But more than that
Desire for achievement
He picked up a piece of diamond closest to him
As his talisman
And put it in his pocket
At the top
He breathed a sigh of relief
Here, it is the top of the top of the top
For memory
He wanted to leave his name there
Putting his hand in the pocket
He touched a piece of the black
It had been the fraction of diamond
Heated by the stars
To be transformed into the graphite
Grasping it
He wrote his name large on the universe
Perhaps
Because of the gravity
The name fell to the earth
To be scattered all over the planet
Since then
Every time a newborn baby arrives
His/her parents name their baby
With a piece of the name fallen from the sky
Mixed with their unconditional love
Land of Neon
Attention please:
We will be returning to the earth in 0.03 light years
While the ocean wave is calm on the ebb,
Our airplane named AE, the Anonymous Earthbound,
Will depart from the glowing country, the Land of Neon
Neon Tetras, the inhabitants,
Had their shapes into various luminous bodies
To welcome the visitors
The Neonese, how honest they were,
They can not enshrine their emotions
So when they are filled with intensity,
They glow like thunders
And shimmer like Hesperus in gentleness
Another thing about the Neonese…
When they saw their fellows emitting feeble lights,
They gathered around the weakened to infuse bright colors
Light is their life
We passengers, the Earthborns who came here secretly
Must return to our country
Adieu
Through a drizzling misty rain
Four satellites changed their orbits to see us off
Black Mountain
She sighed, deep and long
From her closed eyes
Night dew drops
From her half-opened mouth
“Chi” escaped
The time, stuck between evening and night,
She began transforming her body
From innocent golden yellow
To mystic purple
Her soul covered by the mist
Slowly Rose in the sky
Do not be afraid of Black MountainThere are no demons, no Satan
It’s the mountain of our sadness and anger
They have nowhere to go
People come here to abandon them
Closing my eyes
I can see him
In one thousand years
Proudly standing there against the wind
Who conquered everything
I see the moon
I hear a piano sonata
The sphere of the night
completely covers the earth
Thus, the bird spoke,,,
When the bird took a rest
To put down his wing
On the soil
He already ended his life
Through thirty thousand years
The most part of his wing
Returned to the land
But the bone was left
Which is bathed
In ephemeral sunlight of
North America
The discovery of the bones
Immediately ran around the world
Famous and non-famous pianists
Offered their compositions
As his requiem
Listening to them
He made a vow:
Be born again, and play
Those beautiful compositions
By himself
On the way to a temple
"If you are tired from walking,
Take a rest on me."
A praying mantis offered her back
Which looked like a long bench
To the temple it was,
Still quite a long distance and long slope
Appreciating the mantis for her kind proposal,
I tried to chat to entertain the green insect
Starting with reasonable compliments:
"How charming your forever fresh green color is!"
"Your eyes are demonic. I’m sure you never overlook any tiny falsehood!"
The mantis did not tell the reason why she always had to pray.
(…and I did not mention the fact that she often ate her male partner)
I borrowed her back to breathe for a while,
Looking up the sky
The autumn wind blew skimming around us
And capriciously dropped, as they danced madly for joy,
one and another
Dazzled leaves already dyed the color of mandala.
-A being about to collapse under the extreme anxiety?
-Or a human who desperately tried to prove that he surely had lived here just before his death?
The ice age will come again
-Are you going to freeze your internal passion?
- Are you going to melt the ice with your passion?
The life is short
You
Rise from the ground!
Algonquinosaurs
Through an ice age
Now the icebound world was completely
Melted to show the bone structure of
Algonquinosaurs
No head
The bone structure is pushed to the ground
By his two skinny legs
Who was he?
-Was he just a baby who’s about to stand up and to run around the prairie?
Oh, God
I watch them tremble in this hopeless struggle
I took a ride on my bike
Holding them on the front basket
Pedaled hard, at full speed, so that
All winds will toss them,
Scramble them
Shuffle them
Here, the top of a cliff
This is the farthest I can come
Where the reds slide from my palms
At the end of the world
Blown by the last and strongest
Gust of the wind
Each red leaf was then dancing
Down to the deepest blue of the ocean
I felt they wanted me to say
Good-bye
Twice Fallen Leaves
How many leaves?
Ah, you can’t count because it’s burning hot
Vermilion Red Hands
One on top another
Seem to transform into
A perfect synthetic persona
Their burning desire is to color
The whole world
With true red
Sadly, their nerve fibers
Cannot connect with each other
Monkey pendulum
The shadow is approaching…
Baby monkey does not seem to notice it
The dark shape is much bigger than him
Are the spectators of the monkey park
Nervous watching this chasing drama?
“Watch out baby!”
They began to throw bananas, apples, and persimmons
Into the orange basket to encourage him
“Hang in there, baby!!”
The baby monkey sat in the orange basket to get
The delicious food
As we feared, the swing gradually decreased in speed
Less and less
Finally ceased to move
Meanwhile
The shadow was breeding more and more
Eventually
It swallowed the monkey park and the zoo!
Look!
Even the spectators fell in sleep, deeply
Is it because the night had finally come over or
Because the monkey pendulum became hypnotic?
Electricity had been unsuccessful
At warming me up
I have a poor circulation
If I were a human
I could enjoy a hot spring or bathtub
To warm up the bones
Complaining at the end of life
Does not bring any good
Well, why don’t I toast my life
Entirely devoted to toast?
Cheers!
Broken Toaster
First time in a while
Under the sun
I felt like I’m in sauna
Great beads of perspiration
Stand on my body
A toaster, it’s me!
Who warmed up everyone’s breads every day
Borrowing electric heat
It’s been almost 40 years
Tired and worn out
I am now at my wit’s end
A Bridge of Little Tiger
Little Tiger always walked on this bridge very carefully
Toddle toddle toddle
Under the bridge was a puddle made by rain
Puddle puddle puddle
Little Tiger used to stare at himself
In the surface of the water
"Oh, a baby is smiling there!"
The baby tiger who used to puddle
Now hopped on the bridge,
The puddle also grew up from a drop of rain
And eventually became the mighty ocean
A piece of wood the daddy tiger had prepared for the baby
was not enough to reach the other side of the ocean any more
So Little Tiger decided to make a big big bridge by himself and with his friends
to raise trees, and protect the forest
and use them for their construction
One day
When Little Tiger happened to see himself in the water mirror
He was surprised to see a strong Virile and intelligent young man there
But he also saw things that will never changed;
The sun, the forest, and the clouds floating in the sky and on the water
At that moment, he wanted again to hear "Tora chan, our dearest baby!"
Voice of daddy and mommy tigers
While I am advancing, the jelly like texture cover, surround and stick to me
Floundering, I move my extremities desperately in the sea of jelly
Here whole me set inside of the light ball
taste of honey
smell of flower
At last, I transformed into an embryo
To absorb fully the life one more time
The Wheel of Life
A shadowy full moon appeared in the sky of ennui
This moon needs to be nourished
The umbilical code is the lifeline
Which connects the darkness of mother-body and the fragile sphere in the space There are hundreds of lives squirming in the black earth
I am a tiny trivial one among them
Revealed to touch the sublime being
I stretch my tentacles toward it
To the center
To the center of the luminous body
Spider Moon
The moon rose
The bright moon does not
let the air exist in its world
Impossible to live there, but
I have been secretly admiring
The curve and the craters
In which I can hide my treasures
There was, I believe, a man
Who achieved landing on the moon
was slowly moving
his arms and legs
as if he was swimming
To me, who have been looking at the moon
For more than 40 years, already knew of a spider living
Did the first moon walker pull the string?
I was breathing accordance with the sea tide
It was noise of a motorbike
Break the doze
All of a sudden
Fusion
What do you see
In your white breath?
I see
Over there
Beyond the foggy white exhalation
Which holds condensation of my privacy
The naked trees are tickling
White membranes of the clouds
Covering the world at this moment
Up there
The sun veiled by the white haze
Hesitating if she should show her figure or not
Showers her light
The biggest gift to all
Thus is my white breathe
Autumn Song
One autumnal day
When mist covered everything
The world amplified its mystery;
The children of this seductive season
Persimmons, cosmoses, crickets, and wild geese
Shook and blurred their outlines
In the growing complexity;
The air grew heavy, soaked with color and sound
The mist dissolved the border between
Cosmoses, the adorable flowers and Cosmos, the universe
The echo of change crashed through the air and
I was thrown into total chaos
To survive, I savored the moisture of the mist
And the aromatic scent of burning wisps of straw in the rice field;
Look! The smoke went straight up to the high sky
Look, the smoke went…
Look…
One autumn day I washed my face and body
With the stream of the shining particles of cool moisture
Then the mist caught my naked body
To lay me gently down in the cosmos garden
Always with you…