Broken Pipe

A water pipe has broken

at a green patch by the road

the grass, the weeds and the wild flowers

probably think it is a spring from the deep

come to save them from all the artificiality.

Some men in blue overalls will soon arrive

and fix the pipe to stop the leak

and the grass, the weeds and wild flowers

will resume their coat of dust and lead.

Soul Friend

They say each tree grows in its own shadow
But we are strange trees you and me
For I am entwined to you stem and roots;
Someone passing by
Would swear we are one tree
and lose that bet
But my bark is rough and yours smooth
Your leaves are the shape of the heart
and mine the shape of an arrow head

all striving for light

Remember Me

I was the child left behind

on the way to school

for walking too slowly and carefully

 to avoid stepping on fallen cherry blossoms

wait for me  


and while my mother bent down

to do my shoe laces

I bent down too

and hugged her tired back

hold me


I gathered scraps of wood

and discarded cables

to assemble an homemade guitar

which made my fingers bleed

hear my song


I was angel Gabriel

in the nativity play

now am stretched out on a cross

by the side of Christ

begging for paradise

remember me!

Earth Child.

Light up dear earth child

keep your smiles

holding hands go into the wild

singing together beat the miles

read sonnets by bonfire

arms around shoulders

watch smoke and sparks rise higher

gather around boulders

play the games of childhood

lie down facing up to the skies

savour every breath like food

and hold time that flies

for here is where living starts

look into oblivion breath out breath in

slowly shut your eyes to the stars

and shine from within.

The wanderer’s mission.

A voice whispered in the night

And with assuring command bid me leave

I adamant continued my sleep

And in the quiet of dawn

A Churning whirlwind passed by

Nothing remains of my hut.


Now I wander in the woods

Enjoying odor of fresh pine

Spilling dew off flowers

Now I wander the grazing fields

Waking the little shepherd boy

Who has fallen fast asleep

On the back of a grazing ox

Now I wander in desolate homesteads

Receiving alms of food and drink

And back on my way again

Undressing the cob in haste

Just to savour it a grain per mile.


So I’ll wander on riding on kindness,

Till I have built a warm hut in every heart,

For all wanderers coming after.

Then the churning whirlwind will come again

And clear all sorrows away

Then the whisper in the night

Will call me back home.



PS; Illustration is a picture yours truly hehe.