Butterflies

Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

The Chariot of Life

The chariot suddenly stopped
In the quick sand of living
I am spinning my wheel
Sweating, sighing
But not moving an inch.

I see the sunrise and sunset
Waxing and waning of the moon
The smile of the spring
And the shiver of the winter
I work day and night
But not moving an inch.

Strangers become lovers
And strangers again
Like the cycle of seasons
Things change
But still stay the same
Except me and my body
Toiling and uncoiling
and moving inch by inch
to be unseen other side
((*.*))
January 16, 2002