chameleonian times

"Our prime purpose in this life is to help others.
And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them."

- Dalai Lama 







Autumn of life is coming
  leaving the keys 
  in the saddest hands
  of whys and fights
  in streets of weak and strong
  grinding  
  dog leaves falling
  brown, yellowish, reddish
Chapters of this year
  getting naked and showered
Snow
  might come as a blanket
  that dogs will cover with their paws
  and birds cross fast
  before flying off
  to a holly branch, dripping.

Choices were made.
It wasn't 'me', it was my fears walls nightmares.
It wasn't 'you', it was your fears walls nightmares.
'You' and 'me', both got time on this planet.
It's all in our hands to see and choose
  we know, we yap, and forget to forgive
  until we nap together.

The mirror gets big and small 
  but humbling too
  no sufficient no need anyone 
  and no self-bashing either
Just the humble reflection of what 
  is a simple miracle
Another morning to live

When we meet again 
I might not be theirs
  as a kicked dog barking
  my spine out 
  yap alone again yap
You might not be in pain either
  but as happy as today
  when I think of you
  sitting on a pine cushion