Month: October 2025

 mid September, transmuting trees
sky diving leaves fade, scatter upon the field.

abandoned bony branches once arrayed
are as noticeable in nude as fully dressed

twirl and spin, softly descend to death
— and that is life.

i gaze upon myself in rapture
behind smoky waves
and branches that sway.

a humming hymn flutters the air
sucking honey from a vine absent care

how does the jay get butter from a fly
tracing zig-zag patterns with his eye. 

in such times, thought is distraction
conversation empty 
immortal moment transcends venue.

the breeze flow, satin winds blow
strumming the trees to the sound of rest
with every sway releasing a little grasp of life.

a whisper, softly beneath it all — hallelujah, hallelujah!

By K.Osei

a good book flows like Taichi, 
it can never truly be possessed. 
it moves between friends like good feelings.

like the tiger, 
its contents is without contention,
it can only be embraced for a while
and returned to the mountain.

it circulates and evolves.  
revolves like chi, 
like fair ladies work the shuttle.

it guides the hand like braille 
through text, 
creating new life with every move.

By K. Osei

silence beneath tinnitus

breath flows below sinus
slithers of light pierce the blinds as dawn wrestles dusk
in a room dimly lit, 
i lay supine to the first day of creation.
unblemished before the lies, before violation,
air moves, sounds rise, light comes forth through the soil of stillness,
life begins – and there it ends, only to return without end.
the delicate dance i am.
what will be supplants that i see,
it is finished, it begins, it leaves and returns
it is whole if i can hold it.
i am that I am.

By K. Osei