LOVE
A feeling like no other
An essence that is unmatched
Love is like a potion...
To sip of it would be equivalent to consuming 1000 bottles of ecstacy
Love flies in unexpectedly
Like a beautiful phoenix ...
Perched on the windowsill of ones heart
Love arises a passion...
A passion that burns deep within ones soul
It ignites a fire that cannot be extinguished
A fire that burns effortlessly
Love is like a spell...
A spell that renders ones soul helpless
In the spell of love ...
Ones heart becomes a prisoner to its effect
Love is such my friend ...
It cannot be explained by mere words
For it surpasses all understanding
Which our minds cannot fathom...
By
LEAH JADE
the orchid lamp burns low against the screen of jade
a silver hairpin pierces the frozen musk
kingfisher quilt lies undone
eaglewood breathes unrisen dusk
dripping copper drains last watch
bronze worn where our first shadows seamed
morning mirror broken bride
embroidered sash unlaces on the hearthstone
the spring silkworm spun its chamber shut
silk wound against a bridal drum untouched
red wax sealed—spent wick weeps into the stele
beside the moonlit sill the brush-knife cleaves the charred core
the seal breaks at midnight
a single scent of eaglewood rises
Kunlun incense
rain on Kunlun has fallen for thirty years
water settles Kunlun-hore
the rain not yet wet
Jade is the green dedicated to being still.
A green in love with alignment.
The goal is to ebb and flow and this green understands this assignment.
This green is all about balance.
A green who knows when to arrive.
A powerful glow inward where peace can fully thrive.
I learned this green from those before. The ones with a gentle voice.
Jade is the green of truths passed down not just unnecessary noise.
So sit with Buddha and inhale this green for healing and less tension. Jade does not rush, she holds with care and steadying attention.
Preserve your spirit. Ignore the conflict. Take in the peace of the day.
Do not harden, sit upright, in your beautiful aura of jade.
light green jewel, jade
a lovely gemstone they said
beauty never fade
My forever missing puzzle piece,
A longing, forever desire...
Missing you always,
My heart just cannot enquire...
Lost amidst life,
Each day creeping past...
The years flying by,
Time passing far too fast...
You grow older,
As do I...
Cradling my broken heart,
All I do is cry...
Written: September 11, 2025
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Silence of the elder boughs fills the room,
Stillness is steeped with moss and lore.
The room is tinged with dawn breath—
peacefulness before the mayfly melody.
Time, as a chalice, swells and streams,
It's an amber hymn on the bay and shore.
Woodland pond gleams in a verdant jade hue,
Twilight's drifting waltz of many mayflies.
Akin to humming hymns of speckled stone,
Glide in bright weaves, invoking a final sigh.
As they fade in the abyss of ashen shadows,
Untimely, day-born, and evening requiem—
As they recede, the darkness inhales—
a breathless ache, a swirling scream.
The stars blink clear slowly and sadly.
As if to celebrate each soul's downfall.
What briefness dares a scene to bloom?
What memorial does silence breed?
On the Desk of Darkness
On a Monsoon Night,
The afflatus roars in clouds,
And albedo fills the sight.
In the darkened gorge,
Among the alleys
And gravelled ways,
A lass on a jade.
Apathy of her own,
Gazing upon the dog in the kennel,
Barking and crying at it.
And when she gazed and gazed upon
The dog of ash on kindlings,
A murmur of sight on her lips,
And a wet eye with a glaze.
With a jolt, she stood up —
The roar now a voice,
The sight now white,
And the white now light.
From sight to light,
And light to white.
(June 5, 1981 - March 22, 2009)
Happy is your grave nobody can take.
Only few probably at home can make.
March 22, 2009
Quote:"Lurking in stone’s shadow, quietly flows a fleeting saga of heroism.
And I, too, swim like that koi—through stillness, I traverse time in contemplation. " --- Zen thought
In the jade-mirrored stillness, scales ripple like silent sutras,
Broidered ghosts of light drifting beneath stone and shadow.
Each breath of water carries a hush—a teaching unspoken,
Inviting the mind to rest in the ebb of being and non-being.
A single red mark, bright as a lantern in deep quiet,
Breaks the surface of calm—a spark of courage in stillness.
Here, the koi becomes memoir of perseverance—the ancient river’s echo of transformation,
Softly urging, "Continue beyond the current, and become."
Beneath moss-fingered rocks, time flows in slow meditation,
Every ripple a lesson, every current a silent koan.
The fish, with graceful intent, glides through root and reflection,
An embodiment of Zen’s paradox: movement within stillness.
And so I am koi in the mirrored pond—seeking and serene—
My heart a tracing of curves on water’s face,
Finding in each quiet stroke the eternal in the ephemeral,
Swimming not to arrive, but simply to become luminous.
Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
She laughs, she cries, then she sighs
brimming with confidence,
the pain within she denies
Her heart thumps then skips a beat,
as she reads poetry, a taste of bittersweet
In quiets empty moments, a hole
remains deeply in the soul,
an abyss, an unmeasured chasm
It’s the space p~o~e~t~r~y fills
Her personal dead poet society
stirring her deepest passions
awakens her dormant desire
her quest not for fame or fortune
but for the elusive treasure of inner piece
Her confidence misconstrues itself for vanity perhaps
sureness
positiveness
conviction
certitude
reliability
assuredness
assurance
validity
conclusiveness
authoritativeness
truth
factualness
self-possession
nerve
poise
aplomb
presence of mind
phlegm
level-headedness
cool-headedness
firmness
courage
boldness
mettle
fortitude
belief in oneself
faith in oneself ...
…
…
...are all just more vanities?
free-spirited or lost soul?
do both make one another?
the vanity of human wishes?
work in progress…
jade gemstone dangling
gold trim, made for royalty
monarch chrysalis
“Escaping from life’s wasteland into the serene
introspective depth within I discover the treasure of
emerald bliss” – Quote by Poet
Walking in weary steps along the amber wilderness,
the lone life wanders despondent on the worn-out path.
I absorb the embedded emerald grandeur of reposed bliss
from the conjured cauldron of the tranquility trove within,
strive to stow in the nostalgic niche of melancholic mind
and create in my pallid plaintive heart a jade meadow.
Musical mindfulness
Energy enters exits encourages
Divine dialogue
Indigo innermost journey
That teaches
And
Tailors thoughts
In every part
Of the body
Needing peach peace
The nine tribulations have been effaced
Life and death, I accept with grace.
One moment flies by in a hundred years
A second thought to missing the mortal trials.
The wishes of thousands falling on deaf ears.
Oh what it must be like to be the innocent in the dream lit world of the mortal sovereignty.
Instead of dealing with the world crushing weights of the 9 heavens and 188 hells.
How nice it must be to be a mortal filled with wonder.
Unlike my ageless cold immortal husk,
withering away in the cold heavens.
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