I wish I lived in an Ozu movie

Maybe I should have lived at another time, where things were not so amplified. In the world of today, I feel overwhelmed my senses…

The rose petal

Hafez once wrote about a bird holding a rose petal. As years went by, I realized it is the same…

Look

Look, at the stars appearing as the night starts at the child smiling at the cloud shape-shifting at the bird…

Gentle Spring rain

春雨 Gentle Spring rain petals scattering which one am I hearing? Small birds chirping too young to fly. The cat…

A plea for elegance

This is a plea. I can find no other words. A plea for elegance as I see it eroding around…

Hibakusha – 被爆者

A peace poem Hibakusha – atomic bomb survivor … what a distressful epithet. Loss tragic loss carbonized beings in an…

The words of the poet

The words of the poet save our hearts from mediocrity and putrefaction. With a dash of ink and plenty of…

Je parle au singulier

Je parle au singulier. Le pluriel chacun a le sien et ne peut être copié. Le sentiment de compassion, la…

The sound of the Ney

The sound of the Ney fills the night there are no lit houses in the small village and the moon…