I Can Close My Eyes

In my little garden of dreamsI swim I find the red hard to chewBut the green invites me The yellows warm me upThe grays advise to rest I see the screensThat tell of being open and enclosed I see the big linesBuilding lives and falling But nowIt’s up to me I can close my eyesTo…

All You Want To Know

It is clear that this painting has in it a problem in the left lower side. Generally there is joy bursting in it. But look at that corner. Yes, it is the corner of my pain in the legs. It is what prevents me from sleeping, it is what causes me to cry sometimes and…

Beloved Sons

MaybeThis time it is notAbout what is betterAnd what is worseBut:Do I want to playWith differencesOrShall I rest in truthFor whichBoth the righteousAnd the villainAre beloved sons?       I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with…

All the Levels of my View

At any moment of my lifeI carry all the levelsOf my view.If I let them all goThe only one that’s trueRemains.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen from Taiwan. For…

The Tree of Sad Stories

In the evenings we gatherNear the treeWe sit in a circleAnd listen to the storiesThat the tree tells Nobody talksAnd we all cryBecause we love the storiesSo much And we love the wayIt feels as ifEvery storyHas its rootsIn nothing.     I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved…

Goodbye Mom

There is fire in my feet But I am dancing And lifting my heavy heart A bird comes out from my head Another bird is kissing me I see my mom resting On a big pink cloud   I am ready to sail on the river now To pass the pasture And come to my…

Airborne

The bird wants to fly On her own She slowly disconnects From where she stands Wanting to fly Takes its energy From the sun And it is light Hesitation To leave the earth Is from the fear And it is heavy For many years It seemed that She has flown And stayed It took a…

Golden Tears

A garden grows At the top of the soil With a touch of sadness To it A lonely soul Is leaving Hoping to have it better In another place There is gold in the earth And next to it A hidden wound A flood of sadness And the body of a man He is resting…

I Want To Be a Tree

I want to be a tree But I am not sure Which tree I want to be And I’m not sure What the conditions are In the place where I’ll stand Is it very windy there? Is there competition for the food? Will the goats eat my bark? Will the other trees be friendly And…