CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Ant on a flower Looking for its beloved nectar A sweet hangover.

O thou garden snail Gliding at such a slow pace A trail of mucous.

On a distant tree Silhouette of a heron Against the dawn sky.

In the old mirror She sees a network of lines Mirror must be cracked

From the undergrowth The hungry rail emerges Food is on its mind.

She thinks she is fine Her damp pillow betrays her Her heart in pieces

Like a homeless guy In solitude the shell lies Is it still alive?

Wild white grass flowers Swaying in a daylight breeze Sweet sweet surrender.

Two bugs having sex Under cover of a leaf Peeping me saw them.

2024 is here. As I usher in the new year, I look forward with hope, optimism and anticipation. And the mere thoughts of my granddaughter Kayla bring me joy and gratitude.  I just turned 66 five days ago. As age catches up with me, I have to admit that I am no longer young. My body has given some small ...