Breathing scattered
like a ball of twine unraveled
But you are unable
to pick it up as the twine
Breathing is transparent
It won’t let you see while going by
However, it will leave a trace
the changed posture of sand
the speed of singing marching
the bent of sunshine metal strip
and the color of a touched heart
Day’s breathing is the wind passing through the sea
It flies above the words
Its wet lips
exposes the teeth of surf
Night’s breathing resides in a flower
cooking smoke come out from its village
When Romeo and Juliet meet
the lamp of breathing illuminates the bones
Changing in breathing
air flows into dreams
and stretches the rhythm of life
A herring swims to the reed shore
A frog jumps over the leaves in the field of sprouting
The hammer of heavy breathing slides
Salt waves roll over head
A ship is docking at the end of white hair
Night man in black is going to pick you up
But the clouds will hide deep in the heart
shining out the sun of childhood
Blue sky, fragrant flowers
A breath dances in the ring theatre
In the breath of a book
all black words
spread their wings
flying into your lungs
following the path of wind