Botanical Garden Of Bronx

Plain Home

Being back home was glad.
Being been able to go on is another catchable dream
Being happy was another theory so on...........
Being a;;ow self back to myself was undiffercuties. That is a new page of unexpective experiencing.
Being able to back on feet also is another unwelcomed conspiracy on awaits.
As a beings I am tired of my overall optimism on mostly alive.
It must been a stupid part of my view seem to whom(s). That just the way it is people said "It's a trendy saying that powerless individual like what you own instead of what they have".

The Land Of Beyond

Have ever you heard of the land of Beyond
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
with saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the land of Beyond!
Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
with the vast pool of heaven star spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a land of Beyond.
Thank God! there is always a land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A fairness that never will fail;
For us who are true to the trail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it , Our Land of Beyond!

Hokku

I care not greatly
Should the world remember me
In some tomorrow.
There is a journey,
And who is for the long road
Loves not to linger.
For him the night calls,
Out of the dawn and sunset
Who has made poems.

What is

what is a voyage?
up
upup:go
ing
downdowndown
com:ing won
der
ful sun
moon stars the all, & a
(big
ger than big
gest could even
begin to be) dream of; a thing;of
a creature who's
O
cean
(everywhere
nothing
but light and dark; but
never forever and when) un
til one strict
here of amazing most
now, with what
thousands of (hundreds of ) millions of
Cries Which Are Wings

Golden Moonrise

When your eyes gaze seaward
Piercing through the dim
Slow descending nightfall,
On the outer rim

Where the deep blue silence
Touches sky and sea,
Hast thou seen the golden
Moon, rise silently?

Seen the great battalions
Of the stars grow pale-
Melting in the magic
Of her silver veil?

I have seen the wonder,
I have felt the balm
Of the golden moonrise
Turn to silver calm.

Mom's Melon

"I am the little one"lolll

OMG! What a huge one

For the past few months, my mother have been at the backyard nurturing the melon seeds.

It's only been a couples of weeks the leaves began to grow, I didn't help her at all. I take a look one late morning in her room through out the window toward the garden of ours, it really brings out the atomosphere of organic .

When I was little, I remembered we own a plought of field that no one know how to grow food into, and someone else taking advantage of the field and grew their own meal of nature.

Luckily, people at the village are extremely friendly, on the harvest , they will bring their own harding fruits and veggies to our village house. That's the most precious time of sharing.