Dean Okamura

a crushed snail shell

A crushed snail shell lies on the ground, its world shattered into pieces, yet reflecting the gentle glow of the rising moon. This scene of brokenness and beauty suggests that even in moments of profound loss, there is room for change. The moon, symbolizing cyclical renewal, smiles upon the remnants. Perhaps even a spark of hope, to rise again.

 

a crushed snail shell
its world shattered to pieces
smiles at rising moon

 

Nighttime serenade

There was a song
that the seagulls sang
as moonbeams
danced upon the water.

 

After seeing their reflections
on the swells of the sea,
the birds invited all
to join in the chorus.

 

We won't fully understand
the harmony
they produced
at night.

 

They moved
in tunes
with the rising
and falling waves.

 

Drifting over the oceans
a nighttime serenade
with the stars
in the sky.

 

See the moon

When we tried
to explain it,
we wrote words.

 

Never confuse idols
composed of
written words
with gods,
universes,
or realities.

 

What we make
is but a symbol,
a representation,
an invitation.

 

Truth lies beyond
things we create;
arts lead us
toward truth.

 

A word is
a finger
that points
at the moon.