laughter moon

round moon

we admire each other 

she, seemingly free in the sky

yet tied to the gravitational pull of the earth 

i, seemingly free here in shanghai 

yet tied to the endless samsara cycle of karmic patterns 

moon cycles are part of natural phenomena 

she must not go, "i want to end this pattern!" 

i seek to liberate from my cyclical patterns 

with a desire for "freedom" 

what is THAT really? 

(by the way- uploading photos in china has been a challenge...) 

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    jiling . 林基玲
    www.JazArt.blogspot.com

    skype: Lin.JiLing 
    china: 183.138.34551

    qq: 1521559095

    usa: 626.344.9140

((( . love . gratitude . presence . )))

 

mailing address:

Jiling Lin, c.c. Kazu Koikeda, Annamaya
No.3 Taojiang Rd Xuhui District, Shanghai, 200031 China.

in CHINESE= 中国徐汇区桃江路三号 上海尔苑咖啡厅有限公司 和子

love

butterfly kisses naked under a waterfall
strangers turned best friends
watching sunset with students turned teachers to the still silence of
birdsong and laughter
climbing uphill for 2 hours through the rain, then turning around to
see a rainbow in the landscape down below
magic, magnificence, magnetism, and danger of screeslopes
sound of windhorse prayer flags sending out prayers in all directions,
to big storm-sending rain

love manifests in the most humble ways

Boudanath stupa- Kathmandu, Nepal

devotion comes in many forms and colors
just don't hurt others, raise yourself up, and it's all beautiful
what's your form of devotion?

plant friends

some representatives of the green-is-beautiful movement... see some
familiar faces?

monkies

south indian, western chinese, and global monkey
south indian monkey looking for perfect victim to steal food from,
western chinese monkey looking for perfect butt-scratching place,
global monkey looking for perfect home for her

tiruvanamalai town, arunachala mountain, sacred south india

i learned here that regardless of the age, size, beauty, splendor, or
sacredness of these temples... nothing can compare to the vastness,
ancientness, majesty, gorgeousness, and absolute sacredness of Mama
Earth, her very self. that is all. so simple.

toes, beans, and guitar stick

running across slippery rainy road at night in Boudanath, Nepal-
slipped and fell into the gutter. couldn't sleep; heartbeat thumping
in my toe. wake up to two small purple grapes on my feet instead of
healthy toes... 2 weeks of no walking with infected toes that turned
into a week of fever, fatigue, and frequent fervent doodles on endless
pieces of cheap indian paper. now, china. toe grapes have diminished,
i can practice yoga again, can run and play again, but still am
careful- toe nails are shedding, it averages about 30-40 celsius here
as i sweat and sweat, my green beans are sprouting in my friends
japanese pot and i eat these life-filled beings daily (om), and thanks
to magic of couchsurfing found someone (thanks jeep) to bring my
little stick guitar from taipei over here (originally from vermont,
usa) for me to play along with my new friend jan's big guitar, a
native american flute from india, a bamboo flute from america, brass
singing bowl from nepal, and a voice from the universe (aren't we
all?)- filled with gratitude... and a lot of studying, prayer,
dreaming, being, and practice, practice, practice...

want to give my guitar stick a resonating box. got ideas, let me know.
thanks, peng you :)

mindful tea

take a moment 

stop 

make a cup of tea

your favorite herbs

drink it slowly 

relax

enjoy

really smell it 

taste it 

savor it

feel 

do this everyday

no thinking, just feeling 

enjoy your daily cup of 

mindful tea 

ahhh

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 ~~~~~~~
    jiling . 林基玲
    www.JazArt.blogspot.com

    skype: Lin.JiLing 
    china: 183.138.34551

    qq: 1521559095

    usa: 626.344.9140

((( . love . gratitude . presence . )))

 

mailing address:

Jiling Lin, c.c. Kazu Koikeda, Annamaya
No.3 Taojiang Rd Xuhui District, Shanghai, 200031 China.

in CHINESE= 中国徐汇区桃江路三号 上海尔苑咖啡厅有限公司 和子

Tree of Balance

the Tree who can stand up to the fury of the Storm one day, and the next day dance in the soft Breeze and Sunshine is a Tree of Balance--- one who knows the peace of knowing, and one who others can rely upon for strength and guidance
- Tamarack Song

--
 ~~~~~~~
    jiling . 林基玲
    www.JazArt.blogspot.com

    skype: Lin.JiLing 
    china: 183.138.34551

    qq: 1521559095

    usa: 626.344.9140

((( . love . gratitude . presence . )))

 

mailing address:

Jiling Lin, c.c. Kazu Koikeda, Annamaya
No.3 Taojiang Rd Xuhui District, Shanghai, 200031 China.

in CHINESE= 中国徐汇区桃江路三号 上海尔苑咖啡厅有限公司 和子

rain in dali, china

dark night, pouring rain, minimal umbrella 

i could be anywhere right now

but i am here

my home a country away, my home a world away, my home 

right here

now

tomorrow night in another town and another bed, but still wearing the same old dirty indian yellow shirt, and sleeping under the same yak-hair shawl i bought in nepal 

new friends today, new friends everyday 

"if we have affinity, then we will meet again," he says, catching my eye across the crowd of chanting old women in traditional bai-tribe outfits

it's time to go 

"if we have affinity," i repeat, and smile knowing that it's all affinity, it's all yuan-fen, it's all complete magic, synchronicity, and a blessed symphony of massive dimensions that we can only dream of

"we humans," said my new sculptor friend today, hands calmly massaging his bowl chipped on the outside and smooth on the inside, "we humans are like hair. if the universe is a human, then we are but hairs on the human. we are less than the leg hair or arm hair. but we think we are so much…" 

he merges taoist philosophy with each pot, each vase, each ceramic piece filled with loving kindness, calmness, and general goodwill

they will have a baby in 2 months 

in 2 months i will be… 

"you do too much," he says, as we share life stories, "just pick one thing and completely dedicate yourself into it."

the most powerful herbal infusion is not a mishmash of different herbs. one herb fills the bottle and you let it steep

dear life, how am i steeping? 

i have not even yet begun, small hair just beginning to be aware of being nothing but a small hair… 

"i am an artist," i said today, as she fondled my notebook and cooed love songs of all sorts to my companion-journal of 5 years, "life inspires me"