#746 On Each New Day

No crystal ball to peer into the mist
No sight beyond the Now that just arrived
And Happiness requires us hence to trust
That Life is made of moments truly lived
Each day anew is one more gift divine
To live with hearts wide open and benign.

#741 On The Death

A hearth!
A hearth to warm my kindling
The dearth!
The dearth of light is blinding
The death!
The death of all this trifling
the death of all your troubling
The death of Life and Yearning.

#730 Tentang Bayang-Bayang

Bayang-bayang itu
Datang sekilas dan terus hilang
Mata hati terbakar gersang
Dan aku merasa hilang…
Hilang dalam gering jiwa
Yang meronta mencabik menggarang.