Do you see these beautiful little things smiling?
I do. I am moved.
They are honest and show their true colors
In the face of sun
On this lively world
They are just happy being what they are
They don't ask for more or to be more
Yet they are beautiful.
That universe is kind,
Thus I whisper to myself--
Just because You are kind and merciful
They serve you with all that they are:
The creatures, plants, grass and flowers
It is by You, O Giver of life
In you we move and live and have our beings
Thus bowing down before you
As simple and natural as the roses in the field
My soul filled with wonder
Blessed are You, O the Life of all
Portland, Summer 2015
That it's been quite a journey to cross the pacific
Well, lucky that it's been made much easier
By the use of big giant bird
Which we call machine
So now it's not like in the old times
It takes neither years nor months
To be there and then aware
But in the matter of hours
Viola!
That's something to be grateful of
That hanging among the clouds
And the subtle almost invisible air
We can ascend and run
Behold the bridge between Tokyo and Chicago
The Pacific Ocean, Summer 2015
