Weave a song

Weave a song
in the heart
so tears
are mere droplets of moods.

Bloom, by age

Bloom, by age,
of different form,
Welcome.

When a flower blooms

When a flower blooms
When a fruit ripens
Age has no number.

Letting go

Letting go
Freeing space
To breathe again.

"In the life of man ...."

In the life of man, his time is but an instant, his substance ceaselessly changing, his senses degraded, the flesh of his body subject to decay, his soul turbulent, his fortune difficult to predict, and his fame a question mark.  In a word, his body is like a rushing stream, his soul an insubstantial dream, life is a warfare, he is a stranger in a foreign land, and even after fame comes oblivion.

Marcus Aurelius

Living beauty

Living beauty

Delicate

A teardrop

dries too.

"One by one ..."

One by one bright gifts from heaven

Joys are sent thee here below;

Take them readily when given,

Ready, too, to let them go.

Adelaide Anne Procter

"Age, toward which you draw ...."

Age, toward which you draw amid the storms of life, is nothing so dreadful. Those who call it so have found all stages of life unwelcome, thanks to their mishandling of life, not to a particular age.

Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)