wulai 烏來

(thanks 莊紫蘅 for photo)

陽明山

(up in yangmingshan mountain area with beautiful elder woman, gao liang... her photo)
(跟高糧去陽明山...高糧的拍照)

陽明山

(up in yangmingshan mountain area with beautiful elder woman, gao liang... her photo)
(跟高糧去陽明山...高糧的拍照)

it is a stream

sakura flowers are rolling down the hills and peacocks are rising up, flying up to kiss and greet the sun, getting scorched black and tough like (caw! caw!) crows flying further up and up into shadowy regions of mountains soaring with eagles and down below monkeys screeching and owls hooting with large eyes watching small ground mice running to and fro busy like so many ants so many ants busy like so many people on the mountains people in the oceans people rising up, flying up to kiss and greet the moon sun and stars, getting scorched black and tough and falling (icarus style) back down to earth earth to ground ground deep down roots (always back to the roots back to the mother back to the source going back home) home?
return home, go home (what?) but airplane waiting (saturday) to rise up, fly up, kiss, greet, get scorched, fall back down (no no no), ancient stories repeating endlessly (i don't even know the stories but i am acting them out) and the tears the tears the drip drop scorch torch fire burn face fire burn heart tears that drown rivers and pool into oceans and go drippling droppling off the round edges of earth to form so many stars and fresh galaxies and new moons and endless potentials that (it is so good to cry) and (we are ready) and (now) and (now) and (3-2-1...)
sakura flowers are rolling down the hills and landing on my chest to sink deep into my heart and further still into my soul so when i rise up, fly up, to kiss, greet, and... nay not the scorching
beautiful white moth, alive and graceful
time is up, then dying, dropping to earth
time, time, time then dead bodies compost into rich soil
seed, root, stem, leaf, bud, blossom, flower
pluck
flowers losing themselves by merging with the boiling water

taiwan blood family 台灣家人

small piece of a big puzzle :)
林 + 陽 = 寶

reality

reality changes in a week
landscape differences
new people
goodbye new old friends and hello to a brand new world
standing on the edge of yet another precipice
and i cannot see the bottom of this cliff
i know that there is gravity
and i trust
while fearing

but this time i am not falling
and i am not leaping
i am stepping forth perhaps in darkness
but held by so many invisible hands
and as much wisdom as can be held in 25 years of living
and 25 years of preparation
known or unknown
for
this
moment

i am stepping forth right foot in front of left
head up, shoulders soft, arms out
toe first, gentle and questioning
and then when yes it is safe
entrusting my heel to yes yes the earth
and then my left foot will follow
and then my right
and then my left
and soon enough i have walked to the moon and back

come. let us share this cup of tea and so many stories

wild spring wind

it is spring
toss me up into the trees with the flowers oh wind,
for i do not wish to go to school
such a wild wind blowing, tossing my hair
i am grateful for colors
grateful for spirals
and birdsong so wild, free, and wonderful
that i can only but dance drunkenly teetering
ready to fall off any slope
only to go clambering back up another
on unsteady feet slippery with fresh mud
smells of sprouts suckling deep into earth
popping with exuberant life of a fresh wild bloodred spring
sing me a song of caterpillar turned butterfly
testing new wings it never knew it could have

guava 巴拉

my life is taiwan guava. big and not quite round. little spots here and there and bumps and dips made graceful by especially the little pithy points of contact where flesh meets flesh meets flesh at the very dip drop bottom all the little hairs of so many detail. and then up to tip top of where stem (snip cut where has it) gone from stem branch trunk root tree to bear fruit fruit of (yes) guava. my life. green and sort of hard on the outside, a soft mystery on the inside. a sweetness so very sweet so very very sweet penetrating deep into tongue deep into heart deep into depths of nostrils and green vision and feeling into (woah) central center. being? seeds. so many hard rock rock seeds (all full of potential. unbroken, unrooted, seeds of potential.) they hurt the teeth. but the hardest part contains also the softest mystery and the sweetest flesh and
maybe it's worth it
to bite into the center also. but with discernment discernment discernment and care and attention to all the little details of where touch against nontouch of hard soft yellow color against soft hard white color colors all mix mashing together when crunched but when purely observed a simple explainable (yes) yes yes of just this: my life is taiwan guava. hard on the outside, soft on the inside, a mixed center of soft and hard... the sweetest of sweets surrounding the hard little seeds of unspoken hidden mysterious beautiful potential
i wonder