Dear Star,

I said to you, I can see the star in the sky.
You said to me, the sky is so bright, it might be a satellite.
My star to me is a satellite for you …
So a satellite is for you then?
So the star is for me then?

But I think you are right… it can be true.
Perhaps it is a satellite that shines for me too.
But if we know the star is the truth,
then I think the star is also shining, blinking at you,
and is for you too.

You can be right, and I might be such a fool,
looking at one light in the sky that shines through,
believing it is the star for the eyes of this fool,
inviting me to bring the wonder of the night
and come to talk with you.

Oh, love, I think I want to be a fool,
as I want to find the answer to this curiosity with you,
until we reach the truth that’s perhaps true.
Meanwhile, I will keep looking at the stars
while sharing this light talk with you.

We can take our time to figure it out, for so long…
How long? Long, as long as you want to find the truth with me.
But how long can we have, and how long can we want?
Love, I have all the time, as long as I can breathe,
and I want to stay as long as the star in you breathes.

How long will the star in you breathe?
Long, as long as you can breathe … breathe …

Yours,
Finite

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Dear Stars,

I see Santa Claus. I see your beautiful smile.
I see love in your eyes. I see you shine.
I see your pretty face I will always admire.
I see all the beauty,
even if you are here only in a blink of my eye.

I see your sparkling light. I see our lives dance.
I see your dancing flame, shining with chance.
I see your perfect body I will always admire.
I see all the stars in your eyes
when we meet at hello, and part at goodbye.

Smile … find what makes you happy.
Laugh … do what brings you joy.
Love … all the beauty of you.
Live … live a life that nourishes you.

Be the beauty. Be a fool. Be you.
But oh, love, be true … true is as magnificent as you.

Yours,
Infinite

Stop thinking.
Stop living in your head.
Start feeling.
Start truly living.
Will you?

You don’t need them.
You don’t need me.
You need you.
But first, you need to let yourself be free.
Will you?

~

Your head can’t let you
think
clearly
when it thinks through the clouded smoke.

Your body can’t let you
move
freely
when it moves with the choked head.

Your eyes can’t let you
see
truly
when they see through the eyes
of the master of the clouded smoke.

Your heart can’t let you
feel
fully
when it feels with the heart
of the lord of the choked head.

Sometimes…
we have to zoom in a little
just to get a closer look.

What are we looking at?
(I’m looking at you, Beautiful.)
What are we looking for?
(I’m looking for you in me, Beautiful)

Sometimes…
we need to look a little longer,
just to see what’s beyond the look.

What do we see in others?
(I see your beauty, Beautiful.)
What can we see beyond ourselves?
(I can see you, Beautiful. You are beautiful.)

“I see you, I believe I do.
All of you, only if you let me see.”

What a beautiful YOU you have, little saint.
What a wonderful YOU you are, my dear saint.

Love, do you see that we all can love?
You and I are meant to be here, and also to be loved.
Will you want to be believed by me, my beloved?
Our love is what we care to give to each other as Love.

~

It might not be me who takes your hand to ever after,
still, you and I encountered each other in this land of forever,
so that we may learn, perhaps to love, perhaps as lovers…
or for me to remember myself as Love when I leave you here.

But it will be my heart that holds your heart ever after,
even if you and I stay here only a glimpse of forever,
just to know that love has never left you, never, ever…
It will always be here for you if you choose to stay.

~

Isn’t it nice?
When someone treats you with care and love?
Why?
Because you deserve everything,
including me and my love.

Do you know what you deserve?

~

I love you, Love.
You are the Love; you are so loved, my love.
I love you, Love.
You are so, so beloved. You are the Love, my beloved.

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Dear Chair,

Randomly, I was listening to a song…
That just reminds me of you.
But this song showed up to me again this time,
So it reminded me too.

The song called to me, and I answered the call.
Then I called to you, “Will you come here too?”
The song called to me, perhaps it called to you too
oh Love, you answered the call too…

“Stay”
“Listen”

Feel with me, Love
Love …

Yours,
Comfortable

It’s a draft that turned into another draft.
It’s a version that expands into another version.
It’s a journey through the love of art.
It’s the revolution of self with heart.

It’s me, and it’s you.
We are fools. We are full.

A story starts when it dares
to take the first step at the beginning.
A story yearns to explore,
towards perhaps a never-ending.
A story completes its own,
even if it’s just along the way.
A story ends,
so another story begins to play.

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You make a draft of me, my dear fool.
Am I only a version of me for you?
Will you let yourself see me journey the journey too?
Or will you let me be just the draft of a fool
that will never be full for you?

You are full,
because you’re no longer hiding
your glimpse of moon.

You were half,
just because you were about
to become full, my moon.


Love, you’ve been watching me
since I bloomed.
I’ve been watching you too,
my flower moon.

Moon in May,
Moon in June,
Rise at the light,
Rise at the night,
reflecting the sunlight
of May and June.

Moon in May,
Moon in June.
From glimpse to half,
From half to full,
reflecting love
From May to June.

…………………………

How long have you been looking at me,
watching me, my moon?
I’ve been watching you too.
Did you see me, too, bloom?
We see each other again,
this time, my dear friend…
Thanks for being a shining light for me,
again and again.

~

Emotions, you are perfection.
Only I can see through my own illusion.
Is it the jail that cages me, that cages you,
or is it the light that will always guide me and you?

~

Moon is me.
Moon is you.
Moon is for me to me.
Moon is for you to you.
June, my moon is my moon to you.
Is your moon your moon to May, too?
Our moon is now full. Oh, Love, you and me, full.

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Come out, Love,
come watch the clouds with me.
I am here, you are there…
it doesn’t matter,
we can watch the clouds as they be.

When the wind blows,
I hope to see you shine and be free,
reflecting the sunlight,
rising in the sky …
so perfectly,
as though you’re meant to be…

I sing love as I voice the song of beauty.
I write love as I speak words in my poetry.
I love as I care to give love to all humanity.
I receive love, for I am love in my identity.

I am John Lennon, I am Rumi.
My love in songs sings so freely.
I am John Lennon, I am Rumi.
My love in words spread so beautifully.

To all the hearts that may need love for self-discovery,
here’s the love from me, John Lennon, and Rumi.

…………………………

John asked me,
“What kind of world do you wish to see?”

I said,
“The world that is full of love and tranquillity.”

Then John said,
“It would be so nice to live in that world you see.”

I said,
“Well then, let’s start the fight,
bring that world to life, shall we?”

John said,
“I can sing, and you can write…
Let’s imagine we win the fight, my Rumi.”

…………………………

Dear John,

Nine years with you on this planet Earth,
nine trillion more in another verse.
Before we leave, we live and we love.
We serve with love for humanity in this verse.

Yours,
Rumi

I saw the empty seats
as I walked towards my usual seat.
I saw two little birds flying,
I took my phone out and started filming.

but, oh love, you’re here too!
I didn’t see at first, it’s you!

You’re here flying (too)
You wanted to say hi to me (too), didn’t you?

Or did you come to check on me (too)?
as I also checked on you (too)?
Love, love, how are you?
Flying is not too bad, is it?

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Don’t run away
you’ll never stay away
from the voices inside you
that keep echoing
through your entire being.

Don’t suppress them
you’ll never hear the true sound
within those voices
that speak all the noise
of problems you wish to bury deep down.

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Don’t run away from pain
don’t run away from love
let the love be love
stand in your love
even when the world
seems to forget this kind of love.

Don’t suppress love
don’t suppress the pain
let the pain be pain
sit through your pain
even when you are drowned
under the sound pouring rain.

…………………………

Kill the pain with love.
Yes, Love “you can” and you know how.
Kill the pain and let it die,
and if a new one shows up again,
then you let it die again …
because “you can” and you know how.

So then kill the pain again and again and again,
so love again and again and again,
because Love, once you love and are beloved,
you then have the true power of love
to see that love is love and pain is pain.

Do you have that power?