The Oceanside of Sausalito's Point Bonita & San Francisco's Sutro Baths

A few of the snaps taken recently of the oceanside, the lighting, and scenery was very moody thanks to the rain. Enjoy.

Until Eternal Sleep

It would be nice
if we could put away and throw out
everything except what really mattered, but
reality is just cruel.

In such times,
I see you laughing,
whenever I close my eyes.

Until the day I reach eternal sleep,
that smiling face will,
have to stay with me without fail.

People are all sad, so
they go and forget, but--

For that which I should love,
For that which gives me love,
I will do what I can.

Back then, when we met,
it was all awkward.
We went the long way, didn't we?
We got hurt, didn't we?

Until the day I reach eternal sleep,
that smiling face will,
have to stay with me without fail.

Back then, when we met,
it was all awkward.
We went the long way, didn't we?
But perhaps we finally get there in the end.

Star

Well, so I never went back,
I no longer suffer
From not going back, the sand had willed it,
All things are resolved by the sand -
And the lightening and thunder.
And as part wave and part channel,
syllable of salt, jewel of water,
I, sovereign and solitary, slave of the coast,
surrendered, chained to my rock.
There is no freedom anymore for us,
who are fragments of the mystery,
there is no way out for returning
to oneself, to the stone of oneself,
no other perduring stars remain now...except the sea.

Alternative

There were only a few things,
Truly important and necessary,
And the rest were mainly decorations.

They might have been,
Like the armor
To protect myself from everything.

Let me say something more.
It was not comfort,
But the sense of loss,
That the unnecessary things brought to me.

Don't misunderstand,
That I've reached the goal,
Things have just begun at last.

I have no wild ambition,
Don't take it too seriously.
In short, I only want what I want
That's what I say...

Even if it's destiny or fate,
I'll change that,
Because I've fully seen,
Fearful things.

If you are afraid of changes,
Watch me at a distance.
Whether or not I may do something,
It makes no difference.
Let it be.

Pair of Hands

Forever unable to leave this place,
Only because here, there's a scenery that I'm familiar with.

If one day I were to return here again,
Using the same eyes to gaze at the same sky,
Will it still seem just as beautiful?
Maybe I am thinking too much again,
I should go sleep and talk about it tomorrow.

The step that is unable to be taken because of cowardice,
As time goes by,
Unconsciously it becomes a longer road,
It feels as if everything is too late.

Slowly, I realize that the place I am in now
Is not too bad either.
Yes, I have found myself a few good excuses.

To tell the truth, I have never fully understood,
But I've acted as if I knew everything.
Forever unable to leave this place,
Only because here, there's a scenery that I'm familiar with.

All the feelings are so small it's not worth mentioning
It seems like it's just a slight brush,
Or maybe it is because the sky that you see when you raise your head
Is too wide and endless.
Or maybe it is because I wish to stay by your side.

Even though it cannot be anymore clear in my head,
But those strangers who brush by your shoulders,
Are still making me look back with envy.

Longing for something that you do not have,
How long do you want to continue wishing for it?
When I begin to understand that feeling like this,
First started from the time I'd met you.

Everything is in these pair of hands,
Dreams cannot just be thrown in here,
Everything is in these pair of hands,
Denying the pre-arranged future...

Everything is in these pair of hands,
If there is no action, how can there be movement?
Everything is in these pair of hands,
If you do not take the first step, how can there be a beginning?

Experience

My feet are like erasers
Stealing mistakes back from time
Canines sharp from eating shards,
Of a life I've left behind.

Fingernails driven deep into dirt,
By the hammer of my mind,
Purging flaws to fuel the fire,
Up the same ladder, I climb,

Time is like a snail,
My head is like a sieve,
My hands are like those of vendors,
With nothing left to give.

With my back to the wind,
I jump off these cliffs,
And kill myself to live.

Journey

Even now I don't understand,
The meaning of growing up

I wonder
Where that girl or that boy in my memory,
Is now walking and aiming for.

Daybreak comes quickly these days,
The scent of wind has changed.

It seems familiar and unfamiliar,
It makes my heartbeat quicker,
Sweet and sad.

We ran through the road to the sea,
Screaming with laughter innocently,
In the far away summer days.

Those childhood memories are still in my heart,
We never knew,
What would be waiting for us in our futures.

What is left is what we chose,
And it's not casual at all.

If the universe has a will,
I think it has surely worked upon us,
Tender and precious as we are.

How many times have I sought for something,
Found and lost it,
Since that time?

But your smile has taught me,
That we are now,
At the closest place we'll ever be to forever...

What journey will we make,
in our limited time?

Panther

Her vision, from the constant passing of bars,
Has grown so weary that it cannot hold,
anything else.

It seems to her that there are,
a thousand bars; and behind those bars...no world.

As she paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of her powerful strides,
is like a ritual dance around a center,
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils,
lifts, quietly - an image enters in.
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart - and is gone.

Let's Wait

Other days still to come,
are rising like bread
or waiting like chairs or a pharmacopeia, or merchandise,
a factory of days in the making:
artisans of the soul,
are building and weight and preparing,
days bitter or precious
that will knock at your door in due time
to award you with a delicious orange,
or murder you in cold blood where you stand.

Going Blind

She sat just like the others at the table,
But on second glance, she seemed to hold her cup,
a little differently as she picked it up.
She smiled once, quietly. It was almost painful.

And when they'd finished and it was time to stand,
and slowly, as chance selected them, one by one, they left.
And moved through many rooms - they talked and laughed,
I saw her, She was moving far behind.

The others absorbed, like someone who will soon,
have to sing before a large assembly;
upon her eyes, which were radiant with sorrow and joy,
light played upon the surface of a pool.

She followed slowly, taking a long time,
as though there were some invisible obstacle in the way;
and yet, as though once it was overcome,
she would finally be beyond all walking, and fly away.