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Rain falling in Taipei,
a plastic coffee cup
fills with tears.
The cry of a blue magpie
circles the sky.
Only the temple
alters the wind.

oznorCO

oznorCO

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Twiglight shadows
around the world.
A song thrush
smashes snails,
with no remorse
There must be light,
and spring longing.
A noise of our origin.

I am on a trip in Taiwan.  I took these pictures in Taipei today  I wrote the poem this afternoon.

Down side streets,
silent friends meeting.
A night train passes by,
the slow drift of a
spring evening.

oznorCO

If we are peaceful,
and show compassion
how will the world be?

It will sit among the
white clouds, with
simplicity and plainness.

A calming of the heart,
serene and beyond perceptions.
But how many know the way?

A short poem written in a hotel room. Tomorrow I will take a trip to Taiwan.

Somewhere behind me,
a slow coiling of darkness.
Already taut with grey,
and slowly shaking its head.

Yet, in the pattern of shadows
madonna lilies faintly reappear.
Their own light, a birth cry
from another world.

Today, as usual I danced
to the song of life
Soon enough,
the dance will end.
With imminent horror,
and permeated with nostalgia.
But not today, for I
shine like a pearl in the city.
And taste a draft,
of life beyond life.

A leaflike moment,
under a sky serene.
I recall those
far-away years,
when all the flowers
danced in mist and sleep.
And then, briming
with parting grief,
I turn my head.
With a longing for you,
can I ever be free?

Darker than the minds
eye and a hunters silence,
the earth on her knees.
The moon departs,
bound homeward.
No longer believing,
no longer doubting.
At the brink, a sudden
death with eyes.
This night I understand,
this is a world of dew
and nothing more.

I read this and I was sad. So I wrote this poem.

No longer around to grow,
breathing in, breathing in.
The world is locked around me.
My body, useless as the
last lotus on the river

I have gone through
this world – a life.
Now, the day and I grow
dark as one.
All life ends, but not like this.

qrf

Past death,
who understands
my understanding?
Turning the day
into night,
and walking slowly
between the leaves.
This is the beginning,
a new dream rising.
I am thunder
in the sky, running
as truth spins free.
No longer a
senseless mystery.