Sunday, August 30, 2015

Mother and Son

A mother mushroom and her son are seen both lying in embrace in a warm morning. This is one of the serene scenes that mushrooms have exhibited, but leaves fall and flowers wither, where will the mother and son be then?

Are there any hospitals in their world? ICU? Doctor's cruel diagnosis as in mine?

These are surely helpless scenes if there are any, and always be the most difficult parts of our journey.

(My mom has been suffering from pneumonia for a month)

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Spilled Moon

Moon was full, it over spilled. 

l found a portion of it in this morning in the jungle. They were now mushrooms. 

Falling so heavily, helping hands of winds, they were scattered and never got their shape back, but the yellow did not turn pale. 

Once moon, they are forever moon. They will disappear when I come back again. I shall look up and they will then be moon again.