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Just another morning

The early morning sun

a few words

pieced together

into casual poetry

give it to you

clean up the sleepiness

yesterday stays

on the desktop

a lonely plate

on the table

turn on the washing machine

throw in the clothes

still unawakened

pace to the kitchen

crack an egg

fry a golden sun

sit down by the window

color of autumn sqeezes in

listen to some music

enjoy this morning

that’s a little

different.

Be free

The cloud is free

is the cloud truly free

as long as the wind doesn’t stop

the cloud can’t stop

wandering

the wind is free

but is the wind truly free

which direction

it wants to go

it is not its decision

the bird is free

but is the bird truly free

it needs to stay

vigilant at all times

so as not to become

someone’s prey

the fish is free

is the fish truly free

even when it’s sleeping

its eyes must not be closed

freedom is only

correlative

only

by maintaining the purity

of the soul

can it be free

to come and go

can you be

your true self.

 

 

 

The past

The past

like turning pages

flashing words

vivid storyline

attractive

infective

unforgettable

everyone has

perhaps

unforgettable

moments and events

whenever they come up

thoughts surge up

mind stirred up

the innocence

the passion

and now

less impetuous emotions

the past having

gained momentum from growth

most worthy of being

treasured.

 

Tonight

Twilight

the sky is beautiful

cerulean and full of fleece

bright moonlight within

a cloud painting

tonight

the night is captivating

the wind calling

a beautiful fairy tale realm

what kind of holy ceremony is this

filmy starry honeyed

ultramarine tiles

the sky seems to be calling for

the arrival of some advanced lifeform

round halo of the moon

a wild horse roving

golden sparks turn into

delicate flowers in the woods

an agile dragon passing though

the muzzy mountains so peaceful

clusters of chrysanthemum blooming

releasing a frgrance so indistinct

in the wilderness

pairs of murmuring birds

climb above the silver branches

playing and playing

tonight

the night is waning

the distant lights intoxicating

all the devout and wet

dew leading the way

in this world of emotions

full of passion

enthusiasm

yet tender

just like water.

 

 

 

The world

No matter you are wealthy

welloff or poor

no matter you worry

about clothing or food

no matter you are bright

intelligent or otherwise

no matter you are fit as a fiddle

healthy or disabled

the world belongs

to you

including the warm sunshine

the fresh air

and the charmed century

perhaps

others look down upon you

sneer, ridicule or laugh at you

treat you like a burden

or even abandon

you

do not ever look down on yourself

the world is beautiful

not just because of the flowers

happiness is never just

chasing after fame or fortune

do your best to cultivate

your soul’s acreage

your plot of land

and you will find

that plot of land will grow the fun

the happiness

and the joys of life

use the power within

pursue your inner being

let yourself enjoy the dividends

of this

developed century

with dignity

the world

is a world we decorate

together

everyone is a beautiful tidbit

of the world

even though the world has

the different you and me

but you and me

should not be

seperated from the participation

in the transformation

of the world

the world belongs to us

to me and to you

too.

.

 

Night and light

Walking through the avenues

of the city

accompanied by a bright night

wide flat road

stretching straight

toward the distant horizon

glitter envelops blue sky

glitter shrouds the night

over the campus

and overwhelms

every smile

countless vehicles

flowing

in the middle of the city

carrying a lot of waiting

lots of dream and fantasy

shortening the distance home

with the violence of motor

illumination in the city

scatters on the paths

dispels darkness around

wanderers and wayfarers

it insists on burning

til a brighter tomorrow.

 

 

 

Fire

The red fire in the sky

a burning ball

bathed in warm golden light

every cloud that burns

wears a red garment

there’s also a fire

in your kitchen

blue and sparkling flame

sweet and sour and sweet

sometimes a dancing willowy smoke

will float out

you planted in spring

that group of green furry fire

burning in the courtyard

looking at the northwest wind

october chrysanthemums open

colorfully

also the fire that kindles

your heart

when evening comes

silently lights you up

the sacred night

in full bloom.

 

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