http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kuandio The original writings of author Kuandio en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071694 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “Waters of Blue Light” -  by anonymous Zendo philosopher Lost stars, the journey,Through infinity … our bond,Water of blue light         The White Tiger and theSun D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/3123195/ An ancient tale from the Saga of Suns and Storms, about fate, war, reincarnation, and mysterious connection between souls that transcends lifetimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/3123193/ Longings on clouds driftDesert prayers for lost bliss;The nostalgic breeze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2822294/ They are all gone nowThrough rains, I search broken rocks.Traces of the past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2793239/  Iluvatar and Morgoth, light and void, shattered jewels, stars strewn Misted peaks, the seas, and shimmering spring leaves, are verses of a song, tiding long before day and night were sundered into shadow, fire, and ice A world of reflections, echoes, and dreams, cast among beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2789490/  Gray light spreadsSomber seasons gatherRusted autumn leaves fallingover the shattered freewaysand an unrelenting rain startsdeluging memories, hopes,sweeping it all away  Long ago, I recall a vision - myriad dates engraved on walls of futureAmong them, 2020 stood out m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2784622/ When I close my eyesA mountain lake, shimmering…Take me faraway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2784480/  In the mountains, it rains.I wander far, taking refugein a cave full of stars -of myths engraved.A place I return toafter long journeysto listen to the skies;A parenthesis existingoutside of time. Forlorn language of wind,is a saga, from beyond, from within.The intimate voice of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2764498/ Two doves flying up. In the end, the sky beckons, to everyone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2762759/ Fallthrough hell’s abyss … Depths break to blinding white light. Falling into skies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2466347/ Perhaps this one is still in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2466217/   I’ll try to write a poem tonight, something birthed of this drenching dark. Its like searching for hidden starlight, hearing a message of reassurance in the leaves, rustling in the drowsy winter breeze.  Perhaps it’s a breath from a dream, c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2163642/ Broken light afarThrough the dark shecries alone.Our embraces, ... lost ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2149663/   Standing on the edge of a gray valleyStorm clouds nearing the broken peaks,to envelope, and eclipse this vision All that remains is a last sliver of sky,westA piercing sunset, ... reaching, callingout, drowning,A golden droplet, encapsulating all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2145279/ Birds of springreturn.Under clouds, pines,rest, embrace.Always, I find you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2129264/  Gazing toblue skies,Through white Sakura blooming, Glimpseeternity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2127480/ Journeyingswiftly through the hills,a greencountry misted in secret forestsI restmy head against the window ... Swirlingleaves. Seasons churn pastPines,maples, and a ripple of color sways A washof sunlight perfumed of flowers, andchiming birdsong, r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2116289/ Autumn wind blowingLeaves, her dark silk hair flowingHopes, dreams, rains, bring tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2077329/ Wildwinds are blowing.Emptydesolations east.Snowcappedmountains west http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2030692/ There is a  rainA crystal rain, a rain thatis not of this world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2029659/ Beyondsnow lake's mistsWatersmirror the blue skyTruth isever near http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2018006/ Snow sifts among boughsGentle, holding the seasonA lost mother's love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2018005/ Mountainsand ocean,tiding,are my constant dreams.Those eyes,I shall love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2018003/ Searchingthe forest'sdappledsunlight, a voice, smile.Memoriesof her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2018002/ Clouds, rain, high mountainsHidden light beam, farawayShe is from the stars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2013288/                    "My lord," thewatchman heralded, taking a moment to catch his breath. "The company hasreturned. They're at the gates."            Hunched on his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2003846/ Inspired by a dream, a story of dealing with the darkest power of fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2003769/  Cranes flying through skiesThe cold whisper of a swordUrgent dreams of spring http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2003156/               I wandered the peripheries of the enormous city's centralsector, where massive sky-rises cut deep into the noon sky. The district Inavigated was nearer the outskirts; here most buildings existed in sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/2001711/ Beneath blasted rubble, the land lies in waitCalm as it prepares for the impendingupheavalOver the aeons, opposing forces havegathered.Others measure aspirations like alchemists,blowing glass,melted, reshaped, shattered, remade, over andoverSeeking a form of perfectio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1973780/  They arethe most ancient of Earth's kingsWithreigns that span millions of cycles, shifting Theircolossal thrones and towers overlook the plains,guardingvalleys, and our fragile, shimmering civilizationsSilent, inspiring, witnesses to our triumphs, and sorrowsParticleseddy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1973456/  The notes of the dragon echo slowly,strummed chords, ascending the heat of a marble stairmeanderingthrough jungles, for Mayan temples,the meridianconvergence among pyramids across the Nile,to dredgea remnant jewel imbued in sands and stone,inscribedthrough t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1973347/ A poem that came to me while doing yoga http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1973058/ The third part of a prologue done in three parts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1953979/ The second part of a prologue done in three parts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1948631/ The first part of a prologue done in three parts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1941334/ This is only the title of the prologue, to organize it, because it is a prologue  is done in three parts:  The Ancient and the Children, The Second Paradise, and The Dawn of Man and the Void http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1941332/ *This was a very short dream that took place in the world my current wip takesplace in  - Isodoro - a vast peninsula,with an archipelago of islands, that mirrors ancient feudal Japan.  Gold-Red Autumn of Isodoro      &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1914200/ 2/24/2017  - I was taking a little rest in the late afternoon,in between asleep and awake, and this bizarre vision came to me.  Stone Man                  It was another worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1890621/             I was in acity at night; a metropolis perhaps, with lots of tall, modern buildings. Froma disembodied point of view, my focus drifted to an apartment many stories highin one of the sleek edifices. A young man - mid to late .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1883626/                 It started somewheresimilar to where I live in California.The main characters were a young man and a younger woman (19, 20 years oldtops). She was a Latin girl, and I think he was me, though seen fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1880119/ A poem inspired by contemplating Native American culture; specifically some impressions I got when envisioning certain elements of their spirituality. I'm having trouble coming up with a title. Ideas? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1879318/                  Before going tosleep, Ayaka set the origami swan in its glass case on the windowsill besideher bed. When she woke, the morning light raying through the glass served toremind her that the day be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1842121/               Bamboo trees towered on either sideof the lane, and a cool breeze swayed the laden boughs, washing dappled lightover the cobblestone walk. Ayaka advanced between the viridian bamboo untilcoming to the outer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1825200/      On general Masuro's summons, the fusuma wall opened and a beautifulyoung geisha bowed and entered the shadowed room, bidding them good evening.Floral designs were embroidered in her purple kimono; and the white makeup shewore contrasted vividly with her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1821573/ * Thisis a scene from within a much larger story: Sakura no Yugen.  But it serves as a story within a story.Several names have been changed to avoid potential spoilers  The Ronin and Demon of Winter - A Mugen Noh Play        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1818119/              Afterevents at the palace, security was increased tenfold. Since none of the otherninja had been found, it was possible they were still be in Shenobi, plottinganother strike. The palace was on lockdown, and Phoe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1811531/             After the divisions left, Ayaka found thatwhatever she did, wherever she went, worry followed. Even if the trade had cometo a near halt, she occupied herself by going to the Silk House, and helpingservants with certain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1811530/             June was the month of lilac andlavender. Meadows effloresced with purple blossoms; bees buzzed, and cicadasdroned in increasing numbers.             When Noribuko learned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1811529/               Thecolumns of Southern samurai riders advanced through the gray wilderness like anendless, red serpent. Daisuken had grown weary of the heavy clouds andceaseless drizzle. This was summer, was it not? T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kuandio/1801389/