within, 
we hold oceans,
each a vessel,
a microcosm
of the Whole.

whimsical words stir the soul,
questions that lift us,
conjured at the right moment,
channeling magic—

modern guilt zips past the present,
slingshotting us forward,
chasing illusory futures

the arrow moves
both ways,
energy flowing
through systems
in infinite improbabilities.

veins are cast
beyond the glass,
the candle
burning within;

each moment,

reflected across

the lens of

a million, million

shining eyes,

memories cascade
like cavernous echoes
bouncing inside skulls,

can you see
angels in dust?
the nameless hill
chimes louder than words,

speechless prophets

dance with abandon

in moonlit fields—

these poems

are made of candlelight

on a winter’s eve—

is there anything new?
an idea untouched,
a daring act unseen—

what path leads
to true freedom?
the subtle release
along the road,
where birds merge with sky,

bubbles rise, 

neurotransmitters fire,

cycling in and out

waves breathe in the world;
our lungs, our connection
to the ephemeral

nature is reborn 
through continuous 
change

the city buzzes
with electric frequencies 
beyond comprehension

flying over
the half harvest 
moon, tokyo 
sings

flames touch,

kisses refract 

across crystal skies

deep down, 

you have always 

been a poet