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Conversation with the Traveling Clouds

Softly, softly his eyes kiss her face and quickly stare into space 

They speak to the clouds traveling to the future he cannot see

Softly, he sighs in whisper and dances in quiver

Softly he kisses her face and stares into space

To ask the clouds traveling to the future he cannot see

In the distant silence she hears his conversation 

With the clouds.

—Giana Nguyen-Utgaard © 1998

From my memoir: “Against the Wild Wind”

available on Amazon.com

Patience

Patience is

the perspective line on the horizon

that stretches from me to eternity.

And the old infinite electric wooden poles

that bear time, so tall.

I walk, I run to you,

the lines wait endlessly

stretching away,

mockingly. 

The color of patience dull and vanishing.

Patience, a formula of numbness,

of intolerance and madness.

Patience is pain in preserve,

of self control mastered,

of false hardened will

to console my burdened soul,

still.

But impatience is freedom,

a joyful expression,

a recognition of my human condition,

a prelude to outburst of contained pleasure,

of long kept treasure,

of hope redeemed.

Is to tell you my secret,

Is to show you my world of red painted,

of purple passion contained.

The meeting of two coins at Trevi,

finally. 

—Giana Nguyen-Utgaard © 1998

From my memoir: “Against the Wild Wind”

available on Amazon.com

Leaves

On hands to tell tales  

map of life, leaves tell stories 

from beginning to end

on to hundred directions

to options and actions

guiding or pushing and shoving

to wonderland or God-forsaken-land?

Never mind, as leaves are to do then leaves will to do

regardlessly, onward or downward

leaves are falling down and twirling round

before hitting the ground and settling down

on their last home.

Whence

we bounce up and down

we love and laugh, we cry and try

we forgive and forget 

the last thing we do

to love and love and love

before hitting the ground and settling down

in our last Home. 

 ––Giana Nguyen-Utgaard © December 20, 2017

Be There

Impatience is making list 

of pointlessness in this humanness. 

Patience is remembering to return to Stillness

and,

Just Be, just be

Be Still

You are not here, but there

Be there

Now, this moment

Be Still

Be There 

––Giana Nguyen-Utgaard, © Vancouver, December 6, 2019

Changes and Little Gems

Ella, Eli, Thalia, Anna…

Little people, little gems

strings of pearls

chest of precious finds

life given to me

to know what I can hold 

in brief, little pieces of time

early, late, here and there

out of nowhere

surprising, ephemeral 

Little precious gems.  

––Giana Nguyen-Utgaard ©, October 2019

Everlasting

Before the sun fizzles out entirely,

the moon morphs into rivers

where the swallowed sea vanishes,

and the planet mushed out into dark matter

of nothingness, of Infiniteness

where Everlasting Peace reigns,

where I shall and you will too

evanesce out of this Here, and

into ethereality we transmogrify blissfully

into exquisite divinity

Home at last

At last home! 

Deliquescing into eternal beauty,

the eternal everlasting peace

As One

We shall. 

—Giana Nguyen-Utgaard © April 26, 2019

If Sadness Can Be 

If sadness can be light then lightness is the wings that

take flight, the light that lights the way 

the light that shines in darkness and desperation

the beauty that holds the heart after the fall

the rain that purifies and erases all 

the shadow that subsides for lightness to gleam

into glorious Divinity in All… 

––Giana Nguyen-Utgaard ©, 2017 

Seduction

Seductive is sadness in its mysterious splendor

of doubtful substance

or legitimate provenance?

Misguide to mystify

to deceive or to believe?   

––Giana Nguyen-Utgaard ©, 2017