blessings

sunsets are radiant
and so are your eyes

i saw a shooting star last night
reflected into the pond of a thousand frogs singing mating songs

why is the strongest answer of all
merely just another why

tree of life

us with a gorgeous old ficus religiosa
what is portrayed on either side of this tree feels to me like a good synopsis of china, to jiling

more photos!

from the art village visit :)
thanks qizi for photos!
http://www.couchsurfing.org/image_gallery.html?id=I06JTVU&folder=435745

love and support

you are so thoroughly supported
even when you feel utterly alone
even wind always has earth below her

how?

i don't know how it will all work out
but i must trust
it will all work out perfectly

it will all work out perfectly

banyans

what if the tools needed
to turn visions into reality
keep eluding me?
do i keep reaching into the empty air
do i keep waiting for that perfect moment
or do i move the vision
and tweak it into a more "realistic" something else?
what do we do with our dreams that are "too" beautiful?

birds

blue skies flocked with birds
owls, crows, eagles, and more
they are waiting to see when
turtle will rise from the waters
bringing with her
great
magic

magical one
sweet beautiful music making
one

this world
awaits your
gifts

meat factory

just because all is silent
doesnt not mean that nothing has been said
hands that touch and eyes that see
don't always connect
how can i truly touch you
if you cover yourself with such a blanket
i can see the blanket
this waltz we dance
you step on the same toes over and over again

just because all is silent
does not mean that all the thousand little songbirds
will not sing
and spread their songs of truth
over the dead mess of silence
that grey coats the rainbow people

rainbow landscape shuttered in grey
yet all is not dead
right?

feet getting trampled on over and over
some get to wear thick leather boots
some get to wear nothing at all
bruised soles, bruised souls

all the eyes that peer through the dead carcasses can still see
they see in different forms
all the screams muffled out in the countryside
where presumably no one hears
the red lanterns that light the path of the (un)dead

a ladder raises itself up to heaven
a big knife awaits up there

all the little birds are crying
you wonder why they keep making that sound

all the winds know

and all the prayers lie also (un)dead