two poems and two new paintings and a picture of niihama

it's never over. this world is hell.
and heaven, sky swells into the sunlight, energy gushes through my fingers,
and children cry out to the fire, screaming for the mother that exploded.
May peace be with you.

a tiny man in a tree told me
don’t forget to renounce renunciation,
or for that matter, detach from non-attachment,
and most of all, hold the sun, and
be what we can blame,
see what we can shame,
gone inside the game
gone gone.