It is hard to separate the poet from the philosopher. Both seem to draw from the same deep well: life itself and the experiences that shape us.

A poet gives voice to these moments through images and rhythm, while a philosopher seeks to understand their meaning. In my own journey, especially through the lens of Buddhism, I have found these two paths intertwining with no differences.

Inspired by the spirit of Zen koans, these poems don’t aim to explain. They are invited. They ask. They pause. Like a breath held between pain and presence, they leave room for your own insight to arise.

Buddhist poetry allows what’s unresolved to rest in stillness. These verses are not conclusions, but contemplations—meant to be felt, questioned, and returned to. May they meet you in your own inquiry.