Monday, December 24, 2007

HAIKU 6



root, seed, secret soul
under smooth, white, quiet snow
life nests within death

~ Quang Thành Kính Elise Bédard

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

THE JOURNEY






Sitting on a bus,

close to the window

I watch the scenery flash by.

Each frame a different view. Not scenery, no...

rapid snapshots: mystical, fantastical.

How can this be happening I think

to myself. It can't be true – these things don't

happen in real time, I must be dreaming.

I hear my voice say, yes, it can.

I am the creator, the author,

of all of this.

The projection and the observer are inseparable.

Arriving at my destination, I

open my eyes, refreshed and awakened

to this world, the dream lingering....

~ Quang Prasad