Dancing through
Glittering sight, restless
By water and shine,
Hugging thee tight,
In flight, my playful dance
Though heavy but full,
Sprinkler of enthusiasm,
So it be filled
With delicious tarts and treats
Squeezed and refined, into
Dripping drops and flashing,
Coffee for the morning;
An apple for the day,
Or what miracle be performed,
Halting tides of flow and ebb.

To seek:
Ruby and jade,
Sapphire and pearl,
Determined am I,
No cave too deep,
No rock too stiff.
For under a house of beauty,
Of life and smile alike,
Pondering
What must be given;
What should be cautious,
Thus reasonable, my little assumption:
The artist of ideals,
Skillful yet humble,
With color and brush
Spilling blood and soul,
Binding what lavish a wish
To decorate a plain of snow.

Floating,
Lucid crystal shimmering bright,
Spraying my faith, in drops
Poetry composed by
Ink with quill, from none to whole,
Let it be! What desire so little,
For what I may wholly give
Always full, not to worry
What many have praised.
Generous,
Such burden to carry,
Sleeping and snoring heads
Blossoms not yet ready
Waiting for my waking hands.

Work, or tender play?
And so it passes me by,
As tree grows tall and ripe,
Kings be crowned as saints lie dead,
I am gone while
A new banner erected,
Be the name, in light
To cherish, with joy
Delicate yet sweet,
Syrup and cream, willing to spare,
Feeding soils too dry,
Aiding youths in growth,
Or whatever, under my caring hands,
I seek no name,
Shaking free of fame,
Not enough to describe
Hidden deep but sure,
Just for peace,
When questioning myself,
The word
I wish to fulfill:
“Devotion”.

2006/2/11