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
every sway releasing a bit of life.

and 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 through text

like braille, like i Ching 
 
creating new life with every move.

By K. Osei

silence beneath tinnitus

breath flows below sinus

twilight beckons between blinds as dusk delivers dusk.

a room dimly lit, 

laying supine to the first day of creation.

unblemished before the lies, violation in disguise

thoughts move, sounds rise, life emerge from stillness 

 and there it ends – it begins

the delicate dance.

ah – what will be!

finished, return, begin.

it is whole, if i can hold it.

By K. Osei