We are but specks of dust

We are but specks of dust catching the light and moving with the breeze.

We came from distant places to this earth that is blue, so that we may become ocean.

We are here to shine, and embrace sorrows and joys.

We are here to be kind, and speak words of comfort.

We came a long time ago,and since then, some have forgotten that it is to love that we are here.

Kenza.

Fude – 筆

A door squeaks
the time of a breath
blinding light
– my feet are in the mud.
My white dress is stained
with soil and water
and my fingers with black ink.
Memories in my head
leave through my feet
and swim in the pond
porting multi-coloured veils.
They reach the shore
and become flowers.
I see particles of light
cytoplasm dancing in the air
settling softly
on little blades of grass
in this vast field of flowers
that I created.
A door squeaks
the time of a breath
blinding light
– I hold a fude*.

Kenza.


*Fude (筆 – Japanese) is a brush used for calligraphy.