The 25 Short Poems of Symbols/ By the Haiku’s Flash
Fear? Slaps the flow
Of the birds through the huge
Three! Underneath I wait.
Those who are imaging yourself
Within me --welcome! Let beings pass to the light:
The cloudy light could not make rainbows!
Beneath the unhandsome dawn
The sun and the moon appear to isolated themselves
As I gaze up, lost.
Related? In this evening
Everything is cold:
Young sea-gulls are sleeping!
River and lands
After the shower with their
Minds and then their sense swallow it again!
Naked and hot
Alone I watch the moon in love.
And yet I sleep below.
In the face of all words
The smile still
An unenlightened dog’s cell in vain!
As a solo black, white star
The lake-moon and the moon-lake
Hold up: A float cloud cry!
My soul does not move
As people’s gaze
Throughout a night that has failed.
Day and day a star
Dies along the scarlet:
A heart follows by a flash.
Not knowing the answer in a rotten action:
I ask, “Where is my reply?
And where is my desire?”
Aware! Do not let them to see you
Sitting in a reflective position
On the Dock: Keeping your body moving.
When the leaves
Falling out themselves
From the tress, worthless breeze?
The view of the horizon
Sharpen through the dawn:
A ugly day?
On the point of a fresh emotion
I learned enough the lamp of humanity
And the sad road of its autumn dews.
Near the yellow gleans and the grains
When the abyss shell off
A certainly sunset remains!
People are walking
On one direction like a unicorn’s shadow
I found it so weird.
A boldest ray of sun
In such desolation and yet in gloom
Is freezing all movements mine.
I’m the only one
Who have burled
Upon the bow, I am all smiles.
Whispering between the slots
And behind the East Mountain
A bunch of blossoms!
A child’s smile
From the glories of a kiss
The Spring offers itself completely!
The age crosses the horsy sky
Enough to fall thoroughly
But it keeps to itself endless!
No part of this place is named mine
Racket with lanterns
But who are they under the moonlight’s shadows?
A though like a golden eagle
Jumped ahead, enough to temple
My head away into the sea!
The river’s sound still far away
Where I missed the right track toward
The old feeling?