The Dare Hunter

Nature Architect

2010-10-28T13:59:00.000-07:00

The Night Wish

2009-11-23T09:26:00.000-08:00

The sun is sleeping
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest

For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my nights
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime

I wish for this night time
to last for a life-time
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I'd sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go

Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet's play
Until there's nothing left to say

I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you

I wish for this night-time to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you....

4th of July

2009-07-05T23:01:00.001-07:00

There is a reason
When it rises and explodes
The mind expands
The heart overwhelms
The moon gives its way
To the blast on dark air
A magnificent performance
A fleeting phantom flash
Came slowly down
Into every child’s heart
And stay

Butterflies

2009-05-20T23:30:00.000-07:00

Thousands of butterflies
Color the air around the meadow foothills
I saw they worn a dress like you
My eyes shine
To have an astonishing glance at you
When night began
Radiance beauty swift into dusk
Infinite vie of the heart
Like the wake of the stern
Silent is the butterfly
In mid-spring night
Love blooms in silence

Talking River

2009-05-16T01:19:00.001-07:00

I hear the river
Words flow down the pebble creek through my heart
Defy my understanding
It comes from unknown source, and
Proceeds to unforeseen destinations
It mirrors everything in my life, and says
It’s okay to make mistake sometimes

River passes us by, and
Flow on to other places
So often I listen to it for a second
Hold the words in the palm of my hand
Before it slips through my fingers
Always the words
Remind me love and hatred has no end

So are words has no limits
I will listen to what you say, and
We listen to the river again
The talking river holds its promise
Its steady flow forgives all blemishes
Its current washes off sinking debris
Cleanse our heart as we listen to it

Voices of the Rain City

2009-04-13T15:02:00.000-07:00

Beauty has its voice
You can only hear it with earnest heart
When the moon goes down
Joys sprout, and break the ground
The heart awakens
Seizes the moment of stillness…

It might be the late coffee last night, or
Blame it to the weather
Tactless, mindless and gauche
The mood drifts in the wonderland

The whistling wind
Mystic, cool and calm
A voice so smooth and deep
Resonating the wail of my heart

Absurdity is real in the sentimental realm
Truthfulness reign over reality
When it rains in my youth
There are no boundaries, only mountain and trees

Something deep within I cannot but detect
An apparition perhaps, a fleeting dream
A sweet caress beyond my reach
Now all unveil in this Rain City

Timeless Beauty

2009-03-21T18:35:00.000-07:00

When she flees from memory lane
A Snow flake lands on her eye lashes
Melts and mixes with tears
Her Heart breaks
The temptation persists

Spiral of Spring

The smell of spring pulls in
The nature of insolence still marching
Piles of wet fallen leaves debris, from last winter
Marching across her face

For the rest of her solo journey
She's ready
For the disobedient beauty and sentiment
unclothed, and divulged

Butterfly Lover

A butterfly dream sifting process
Time, the residue, caught at the net
All the esthetic zest and feelings escaped
The purified motions precipitate in timeless space
Beauty in command, and
Ferments in the brain, and vanishes
Without time to be the maker

Butterfly takes flight from its chrysalis, beauty freed,
With invigorating pour of thoughts, emotions and words
Beauty slackens and completes
In its perfect buoyant, and
Weightless form
Beauty flow astray
In the absence of time

Smith Rock Exploration

2009-03-07T17:51:00.000-08:00

Candle from Eden

2009-01-22T18:08:00.000-08:00

Maybe the lighter is old
Or, the candle heart is wet
Whatever the cause
It lights again
The candle on the end table
Flickers with wavy halo ring

And, my dogs, they much prefer
To have candle light in winter
Glittery flame is better than boring bulb
Cheers them up so much
In truth, mom is the same
Commenting with a wince,
“Who else in the world would be content with a candle?”

A delight to have variety in my indoor world
Me, and my furry friends who don’t talk,
Roll and tuck under the wool coverlet
Somewhere – we find secret amusement
Darkness trapped under wooly cover that keeps us warm
Oh! Who can explain my love for these four-legged friends
So loyal, easy to please, rarely angered
They find contentment yet again in a peanut butter treat
And always happy to slurp at the old drinking fountain

Yes, maybe humans were exiled from Eden
Chasing after the shiniest jewel
They have forgotten the croaking frog in the pond
Misty morn in the secret garden
Icy creek and snow-laden trees
Are more stunning than diamond necklaces and rings
Really? Some might wonder…

I presume the dogs are reincarnated fairies
Quite remarkable little creatures
They dash through the wood like wild wolves
Mindlessly roam and never lose their way
The cadence of their pace, like victory drumbeats proclaiming love
Carry the lighted candle from Eden into this world

Winter Solstice

2008-12-21T19:32:00.000-08:00

The sun declines to shine
The sky refuses to open up
The cloud turns its color to grey
The earth feels cold and rejected
And, the sea freezes up
The iceberg grow thicker ever
Take no solace to the creatures under

Hummingbirds beg for nectar
Squirrels no where to hide
Butterflies take their last breath
Honey bees’ cluster for warmth
And, the wild wolves shriek their loudest, longest howl
Demand to maintain their territorial ground
Instinctive battle of kingdoms and Mother Nature

A wild biting wind storm
In its most stunning acrobatic performance
Brush and crush off the pines and bushes
In awe of the roaring percussion of nature
And, time hibernate into the darkest night
Find tranquil in the quietude and stillness
Surrender to the mysterious celestial

Light a candle in the heart
Celebrate like the ancient Greek does
Create a soft light and enjoy the cover darkness provides
Draw and expand the circle of sanctuary
And, no matter which path must follow
Say prayers of love and peace to all
May peace prevail on earth

Frodo, the Von Holtzberg Shephard

2008-12-19T23:28:00.000-08:00

Victorious Hibernation

2008-11-13T13:32:00.000-08:00

Defunct faith

2008-11-11T13:08:00.000-08:00

Thoughts that congest in my brain
Words that crowd in my heart
All that unthinkable torture
The unspeakable agony
Emptiness and darkness
I daren’t to open my eyes
Crushed and dashed, to no where

Faithful and alone horse whisperer
Blind fold into the stormy sand dune
Carrying a dark painting board
For I know
That wild black beauty
Never tamed
Never returned

Having unable to utter
Softly mutter a groan and the truth
Not coming is coming, at last
Suffering that pierce my soul
The long pause of inertest
Begin to enthrall by
The defunct faith

The Beauty of Fall

2008-09-28T12:49:00.000-07:00

A Shocking Truth

2008-09-13T10:46:00.000-07:00

She,
Craves for freedom
In exchange for true feelings
Takes the freefall of allegation

To find happiness
Live life to full exhilaration
Be part of the thrill of rebellious
Be part of the brilliance sunset glory

Draws a line between vain glory and sensational beauty
Seizes the moment of dim twilight
Opens her heart to the flash of spiky strike lightning
Then, smashes a large crack at the frozen iceberg
Dives into the deep frozen sea

With absolute certainty
She seeks
She accepts the truth
She is the dream catcher

Summer Flares

2008-07-28T12:32:00.000-07:00

Sam - Loved, Cute and Faithful One

2008-06-29T20:41:00.001-07:00

Frodo - The Warrior

2008-06-29T20:16:00.000-07:00

The Dark Knight and the Spoiled Princess

2008-06-29T20:03:00.001-07:00

Can you see Sammy Boy behind mom?

Here is he, my 'Dark Knight'.

Three Musketeers

2008-06-29T19:53:00.000-07:00

"I Need a Break Mama..."

2008-06-25T23:37:00.000-07:00

"I'm Extremely Cute & Handsome!!!"

2008-06-25T23:11:00.000-07:00

A Dialogue

2008-05-16T23:25:00.001-07:00

Pythagoras: "The whole thing is a number,"

Grace: "A number?"

Pythagoras: "A number, my dear."

Grace: "Oh, a number."

Pythagoras: "Yes, a number."

Grace: "Lao zi told me, it is zero, and nothingness is the it."

Pythagoras: "That's it?"

Grace: "That's what Lao zi said."

Pyhtagoras: "What do you think, Grace?"

Grace: "I don't think."

Lao zi: "Come on Goras, her brain is too small, she is a bird."

Our Quiet Moments

2008-05-12T23:22:00.000-07:00

The Fast and Cultivated

2008-05-12T23:00:00.001-07:00

Movements in Stillness

2008-05-12T21:44:00.001-07:00

Beauty in the Strand

2008-04-17T23:21:00.000-07:00

Like the shining leaves of the emerald tree, with ruby flower, maddening and lovely. As graceful as of a 15 years old girl, the petals brave to show its abstract expressionistic poses, and expose beauty in strands with no shun.

“I do not speak, let beauty explains in the ocular sense of the word”.

The enchantment of the strand last for a moment, a very short life time to be evidence for its beauty. The beauty lives inside an artist painting, a photographer’s lens and admirer’s heart.

The Lost Border

2008-04-10T12:15:00.000-07:00

The land and sky are impossible to differentiate; no horizon in between. A lost hunter at the lost border, the compass in her hands pointing to the north, she is walking back east, faintly and quietly, thousand miles she has to go.

A piece of silver shine mirror in the center of the lost border reflecting the plays of her life. She saw herself in a silvery tall mirage, standing at the bedroom window, with blank gaze, she cries to the open ground. The infinite journey - she stops and dives thousand feet from the cliff. The plays go back to her childhood; she is a smart and loved child.

At the lost border, her affectionate feeling detach from reality, there is where she found her truthful self.

A Perfect Hunt

2008-04-01T17:28:00.001-07:00

SUCCESS is SIMPLE Disciplines repeated daily and FAILURE is small errors in judgment (seemingly insignificant at the time) repeated over time! - A good tip to empower and perfect my gliding skill...

The Glider

2008-03-31T22:48:00.001-07:00

I’m seeing the world from another perspective, far from the above, I'm a wild bird. The soar that is so powerful and I can hear and feel the wind speed beneath my wings. The world is a wide open ground for growth and transforms limitless beliefs.

The wind is the whistler, the melody accompanied my way to freedom. The storm, the nemesis that motivates me flight from danger, and trigger my instinctual fighting for survival.

Gliders, born with a nomadic nature, never halt.

A legend of Feelings

2008-03-29T20:12:00.000-07:00

This feeling is beyond words.

Pulling that throttle, waiting for that smooth ignited engine sound, then I push it all the way back in and taking off from the runway; that literally made my own history.

The wings evoke those of an eagle, I’m in the cockpit, open to the sky; there is nothing between me and the horizon. That's the feeling I’m dying to revive, bringing back to life.

Looking far from the above, like a wild bird, pays homage to freedom, loneliness and soar.

Cloudy Loneliness

2008-03-29T14:09:00.000-07:00

Why are you so blue? Is the sky too narrow that you don’t have enough space to stretch? Or the arrival of the sun at the beginning of the day isn’t bringing enough brightness to enchant your beauty?

The striking brilliance is coming to serve as a foil to your prettiness, and I too.

Happiest Moment In Our Life

2008-03-28T15:52:00.000-07:00

Sentimental Addiction

2008-03-28T15:45:00.001-07:00

Melted ruby, sapphire, topaz, citrine and amethyst blended with the soft white cloud, hang at the far off Tuscany sky. The perfect sunset with its magical charm soon vanishes behind the stately mountain tall.

My heart speed against the time, I know its going down and never return the same ever. Sad when its gone, bliss for its charisma and feel alive this paranormal making of sunset, a piece of ever-changing painting in the sky.

Spring Serenade

2008-03-28T12:01:00.000-07:00

Storm Watch

2008-03-28T11:59:00.001-07:00

With absolute command, the gutsy growling wind lifted the waves to perform a wildest acrobat show.

Soundly insane, I challenge the wind and cold salt water to shove on my body. The thrilling part is to hail them towards me. The waves smash over the sea wall and toss logs and rocks on my face.

Seagulls swarm off madly as I chase the wind, catch the waves and completely fall in love with the tidal lunacy.

Compass In My Heart

2008-03-27T14:59:00.000-07:00

Over a decade, I follow the compass in my heart. I depart from South East Asia head to the West. The endless road with unbounded present of nature nourishes and inspires my journey and cultivates a deep connection with what is sacred in my soul.

I hear the hungry roaring beasts in the wilderness and dragonflies playing at the pond; the fearful expedition, the motivator, the peaceful passage, the comforter. With love and compassion, I'm traveling north to Alaska and south to the Southern Poles.

Someday, I’m heading back East again.

God, hears Me

2008-03-27T13:47:00.001-07:00

Something lost and can’t be found. I run blind folded in the soundless trail; blame for my own mindless brain, why can’t I be smarter to figure this out. In a nostalgic state of being; a heart yearns for nothingness.

A gentle voice speak in a language that I never heard before. I look at the far off sky that in so perfect hazy fog. Drab soil underneath my feet, I return to my studio and begin to paint.

Hunt for the lost

2008-03-27T12:57:00.000-07:00

We went to the mountain. Frodo and Sam run wild and free that encourage me to join in. It’s about 50’ C, a right temperature for the dogs, but I feel a little chill.

Hike in the wood is healthy for all of us. Our heart beat having a wild affair with the fresh air from the wilderness. Our soul letting loose its tension and flirting with nature, without constrain.

In the deep forest, the heart is in love, the soul gets its spark, and the dogs are fire up.

My hunt goes on.

That's Peace

2008-03-27T11:44:00.001-07:00

Sit at the balcony, I watch snow flake fall gently from heaven. Cool wind sips into my nerves; I snug and wrap myself into the red wool blanket.

Just came back from noon Meals on Wheels routine trip. 80 years old Bob told me that another 90 American soldiers lost their lives in the war, my heart sank. Bob was a proud Vietnam War veteran. “Life taken in war is inevitable…” Bob was murmuring and I can barely hear him.

Snow flake melt as it touches the ground, some stay at the green pine, for a brief moment of sentimental stopover, and vanishes in the thin air. Spring is around the corner.

I pull back and rest my head on the throw pillow. May Peace Prevails On Earth; just like now.