would never be enough




on your wrinkled face
marched the unending love

on your fragile bones
engraved the countless sacrifices

through your breath
blew the unceasing prayers

just for me

mom….., for you
a world-wide of thank you
would never be enough


– mei –


photo credit : American Native Graphic



the void of soul


restless, why did you locked the soul in the dark
letting me crawled blindly

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o n e

one hand can lift a soul

one tree can start a forest

one word can frame the goal

one touch can show  you care

one laugh can conquer gloom

one hope can raise your spirits

one life can make the difference

one smile can begin a  friendship

one candle can wipe out darkness

be that “one” to-day


my prayer and deep condolences to those affected

by the tragedy in Aurora, Colorado.


– mei –

to be a beautiful woman

What Makes a Woman Beautiful ?

A Beautiful Woman uses

her lips for truth

her voice for kindness

her ears for compassion

her hands for charity

her heart for love

and for those who don’t like her

she uses prayers.


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– mei –

native American prayer

oh Great spirit

whose voice I hear in the wind, and whose breath gives life to all the world

hear me, I am small and weak

I need your strength and wisdom

let me walk in beauty and my eyes never behold the red and purple sunset

makes my hands respect the things you have

made my ears sharp to hear your voice

make me wise so that I may understand the things

you have taught my people

let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock

I seek strength not to be greater than my brother but to fight my greatest enemy

 “my self”

make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes

so when life’s fade as the fading sunset my spirit will come to you without shame


– mei –

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living day-by-day
between the sweetness and bitterness
singing, laughing and crying
involved in the black and white of life

under the pouring rain wet by sins
wallowing in the mud of pleasure
under the sunlight dried by wildness
to be swallowed and united with contempt

using the leaves of greed
trying to clean up the dirt
then burn all the responsibilities
with the denial twigs as the coal

but the root of firmness still remaining
which wondering if there still a chance
to guard which had been lent
to keep the trust that given

then realized why could only
asking more and more than giving
regret penetrating to the entire chest
wailing in the tears of remorse

through the body and soul
above the mats strewn with flowers of hope
a plea has been sent for Thy forgiveness
kneeling and thankful for Thy love
which has been given for years in life