A moment of the newly wed family.
My daughter shied away from the camera.
Daddy and the daughter. It’s as if
she was suddenly born on the day Mom and
Daddy got married.
One of the glacier peaks at the Glacier National Park in Montana. As we drove through the park I took the photo.
Kootenal National Forest.
Beautiful gathering in the bottom of a stream.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byungafallgren.com)
Not every experience
makes us grow
Some mistakes become
a lesson learned
while some are nothing
but time wasted or worse
Well-planned experience
makes it worthwhile
(by Byung A. Fallgren. byungafallgren.com)
Participating in a wedding–directly or indirectly–is what most of us experience more
than once in our lifetime. And each time it brings so much excitement and joy to us.
My daughter’s wedding will be in the coming week. She waited until her daughter turned almost one year old. (groan) She just learned to walk, and might be a flower girl.
Time goes by fast. It seems only a few years ago, not decades, when I married. What a joy of getting old! When I return, I’ll have a photo or two to show to the millions of my friends–actually not that many though, I am grateful to have them.
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
Morning unfolds, gently touching
my numbed wings by the chill, windy night,
encouraging me to go outside to the sunlight
I crawl out the refuge to sunbathe,
unaware of the imminent danger of
becoming a prey of a black bird
then the usual lady came to rescue me
Thankful but I drag myself away
My wings begin to regain strength
when suddenly it showered on me
she jerks the garden hose
It’s you again, butterfly!
Lovingly she stares at me
I then see my ex-lover flies by,
looking gorgeous as ever
I hurry after her, hoping we get together again,
without getting shot down by the garden-hose-rain,
for unpredictable and jealous is the lady’s mind
*
Observing this butterfly reminds me that humans and animals, including insects, share
similarity in many aspects of life. Buddhists believe in reincarnation after death; we reincarnate in any forms: birds, animals, etc. They chase pesky insects away, instead of killing, using smoke or scent. It’s good to know that despite the mass killings committed
by certain groups nowadays, respect for life is still alive and well not only by religious groups but also good people in general.
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
My wings are vulnerable to the cold wind
as my heart bleeds for the estranged lover
The only strength in me is butterfly instinct
that guides me in the wind
I live by the rule of Nature,
enjoy being me, my ability
as the shrubs grow, loving sun
with joy of providing the shelter
to the weary one
It’s getting dark and the wind
bellows in the juniper,
me clinging onto the leaf for my life,
amazed by the sudden change
as if our separation isn’t enough a pain
I fear the long night, predators,
the lady with a camera
After the windy night
will come the warm morning light
When my wings warm again
I’ll fly to her, my dream; it won’t be vain
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
She’s old enough to be
a grandma to her cat,
is allergic to certain food,
pollen, nosy psychic’s
mind-game
She’s eccentric,
emotional
a boulder that
envies stream
(by Byung A. Fallgren)
As we walk along the trail of time
our past disappear behind the knoll
of oblivion, yet reminders are everywhere
in the pebbles along sides of the road
in the silent waves of black eye Suzan
and reticent hills
We try to ignore them, getting busy
with our routine lives, yet at night
they sneak into our closed eyes,
demanding to resolve what’s in doubt
They vanish into the morning light of
wisdom, letting us flow with time,
appreciating what we have rather than
brooding over what we lost
Passion also dwindles with spring butterflies
and withering petals, leaving the past behind,
still, healthy enthusiasm remains
our paces become lighter and surefooted
from here to the end of the trail of our time
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
She’s a resurrection of the lady
from the olden memory
soft yet amethystine,
passionate, unassuming,
dreamed through hurricane
and blizzard, unbroken
Her fragrance cleanses the night air
like she used to spray air fresher
her invisible mist of scent reaches out
to sooth seasonal hive
to lift weary spirit
Her resilient comebacks with dainty bloom,
an inspiration for one to walk on
even a gossamer for desire
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
Fruitless days
wither the spirit as
toxic fume to the lung
At the edge sudden
wisdom sparks
*
There is only one success…to be able to spend your life in your way,
and not to give others absurd maddening claim upon it.
–Christopher Morley
(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren’s Blog.)
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