In a moment of joy, I shake.
Listening to my heartbeat –
in the space of human life.
Just in case tomorrow’s dawn
should not wait for me.
I will make the most
of this single form.
With all the passion,
hope and lust I can muster.
Then, and endless life is mine.
In the tranquility.
A life, now blushing.
The flowers no
longer sleeping.
My eyes soothed
with beauty.
And I accepted
the early spring rain.
The narrow paths.
Kindled and fed.
Confirm a thousand things.
And flourish like
a bright flowing stream.
Cast only with delusion
and past days.
The day light dies.
Leaving only the sound
of temple bells.
Echoing in ten thousand
days of darkness.
Street after street.
I walk to seize the moment.
Step by step gazing within,
at my heart and soul.
This way I turn my face
from dark to light.
To spring itself
and the rightful way.
Nobody smiles on
my work to be.
Too many tongues
tight in the grip.
So, I choose this day
to sit, smile and drink coffee.
With no desire to caress
a phantom life.
In a narrow world.
The wind blows
this way and that.
I try and appreciate it all.
So that all adventures
are feasible.
Or at least close enough
to keep me coming back.
Taxi rides around Guangzhou.
Dreams, failures and success.
I am aware of everything.
The gaze is constant.
The breath, the movement.
The opening to a life.
I am already more than
I was before.
A brief life.
That is all I have.
But the world is out there.
Wrapped with passion
and some sadness.
So, I think to be set free
from aging and death.
I will meet both.
Not with trembling limbs.
But with fullness and love.
For this is my way.
I arrived in Guangzhou.
Summer wraps in winter.
An insect, wings curved
passed me by.
A stray monk drank
his afternoon tea.
Such a song of
non-attachment.
Determined to travel.
Tomorrow, I set out again.
Afterall, it is almost spring.
New paths, new roads
and a bit of madness in me.
But always a traveller’s heart
beating with curiosity.
And a yearning to stay away
from those narrow roads.
A Wandering Poet 