The doors of time closing
The candlelight flickering
In the wind of the hour
Entering the chamber
The dying candle shows
The last slipstream of times
Wistful images of memories
Even those I want to forget
Yet I don’t want to forsake.
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Liberation?
Into the Light by Eilif Peterssen For all those years
For all, I have not done
For all, I have been
I have never seen
I have never known
What is to be loved
As a prisoner of fate,
I don’t know if I could
Handle the joy of liberation
When death comes
For I don’t know what fate
Has after the celebration. -
Moon Rabbit
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright,
Seated on silver Chariot
Carry me away in bliss
And lay me in thy heart
Crystal shining, pearl chaste,
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright. -
Winter, come; snow, come
Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire. -
November Evening
Sun Chariot chases the haze;
The scarlet hues of the sunshine blaze;
The swirling starlings speak farewell to me
Flying westward, farther to the eternity.
Full of pathos fills the broken heart
And the loneliness becomes comfort;
I shall sing when Moon Chariot soon
Arrives in cold, bright beauty alone.
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Cat who thinks himself
Toro thinks My cat thinks
Not that he is a cat.
But hey! Who knows?
He is a human who never
got to see the sun of life
but returned from the other
Not drinking from the Lethe
wearing a cat-skin in tabby
to live with his family, poor
but rich with love and care.
The cat knows the secrets
of life and the life beyond,
and this universe he lives
he knows it’s one of many
he has seen in his cat’s eyes
he has traveled in paws.
No wonder he is so beautiful.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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