breeze

the mist settling into the morning sun

small fishes send waves across gently swaying the palms

pigeons splashing 

hope

three cups below the valance.

Mom! what are we doing now?

oh dear... it is going to be raining!

deceit

oh my dear story...

forgive me for not telling you right!

i was busy getting fooled by the illusion of time.

song

a silent breeze settles into the night

the trinket softly whispers

the breeze is back and is silent again

faith

then, tell me oh my dear prophet, what is that of the anonymous, caring, stalker?

glazed

 the wind silently shake up the trees and the leaves fall, flutter and fly.

Light

 

as the ego sets down,
the heart and the mind reflects the soul