No matter how rich you are
there will be no meaning of contract and obligation
once you are in love
...
you wouldn't know what is happy
until you get through sadness
what you have is where you have been
there will be something you will learn
...
Sketch a flame on a candle.
Have it up-side-down.
What do you see?
...
For all I know about rules to live
I make myself belive my real life is a fiction
All the hard feelings with me are invisible
They don't actually exist
...
your wish has not come yet?
you have come all the way today
Why? the look you are giving off looking up to the sky
what you see is the future bright and shiny
...
Meditation on a hot summer day.
Big clouds roll by.
A breeze comes in my mind.
I am inspired.
...
you are core of the good and bad
just let those out
you will know that you are the way
you may be crushed into pieces a while
...
I don't want to see myself forever
it must be dull, I feel too rich to live
I always think of why I was born
standing on the shore
...
surrounded by mountains
when the full moon floats
it seems that I run into Bamboo Prince
chattering wood-flip-flops
...
There has been full of love
looking back
a long long way
I have walked
...
Don't live for anybody else
just live for yourself
even if it seems to be selfish
...
some people look happy
others seem to look busy
and the next time they all seem to start looking up and down
as if to look for soemthing new
...
Time, this is what I try to throw to my poems. It is difficult! ! just an ordinary man from Kyoto. I'm not as Japanese as others are. My parents used to be fed up with my asking 'why? ' when I was a child. the more I make poems, the more I am getting into it because there seems to be utopia.)
My Love
whenever it is
no matter how hard I try to ignore
I find you
on the surface of the river
on the green of the mountains
among the many stars in the sky
Reading your poems, i found an elegant and elaborate simplicity.
Simple, puzzling, and beautiful that's the original wabi sabi style..Fuse between japanese and modern i think it's cool to see such experiment of poetry in poet's collection. Keep on writing Sabee, as your pen is a magic instrument to create a beautiful imagery.._Unwritten Soul