Why do we hope and dream
in the middle of the most unbearable experiences...
Life hurts, leaving scars dividing us from our own past.
Memories fade but remain hidden underneath,
waiting to be unleashed at the moment of weakness
when pictures will be so sharply vivid, so painful to touch.
And still... this unexplained need to go back
and look at the long lost realities persists.
Life is an insane run, desperate, breathless
with almost no time to stop and look back...
or notice those who fell behind.
With the wind in the ears, blinding sun,
and burning in the flames of autumn maple leaves.


  1. "Life is an insane run with almost no time to stop ..."

    This most certainly was my life before I moving to the woods. Now everyday is a mediation just by waking up and opening my eyes.

    Nice piece.

  2. Going back in your memories of your life in Japan, what is the most "touching" memory ? Maybe an afterglow for life ?

  3. Thank you for your kind comments.
    My 'happy place' in Japan is Kyoto (the old capital) and its surroundings.
    It's a truly peaceful place that has everything: history, nature, beauty, dignity...
    Hope to move there in the near future.

  4. lovely prose, so glad you shared your moments with us...


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