duality | a haiku

how strange, in summer, under skies robin-egg-blue to feel winter's hand

dreams | a haiku

dreams are made of mist: in reaching out to catch them I fan them away

Shade of a problem

I don't really know what to write and that, itself, is not so much a problem only the shade of a problem.   The problem is thinking "I don't know what to write" and then not writing - only thinking about not writing and not, actually, writing.   Oh dear - what a muddle of … Continue reading Shade of a problem

Where the River Flows

When Jiahao is caught between duty to his family and duty to his country, a chance encounter with a monk helps him find his way.