Vancouver, Canada

Since Then

So many passing birds in the sky &

So many trees on the roadside have heard me

In so many myriad minutes though

I never make any sounds besides my heartbeat

The Art of Seeing: Negative Spacing vs Blank Leaving

Soul mating: for Qi Hong

He lives on the yang side of the planet

& she on the yin; through Platonic love

They maintain the balance in (human) nature

His is hard & straight like ‘1’ while hers

As soft & circular as ‘0’; coupled together

They make up the whole cyberspace

Time renders him immortal, when space

Expands her indefinitely. Entangled, they form

The coordinate, where history sucks all black holes

Seasonal

(after Charles Simic)

The fire sparkling amidst the ashes left

From last night within my heart

Still, none the less radiant

Than a sunny spell

Way to Enlightenment

Towards the summer sky

I make a shape of heart

With my clumsy hands

This is the feel of life

I tell the season

This is to illuminate the dark

Dreamland like a search light                                        

I tell the crow stalking behind

Like the spirit of my late

Father. This is to gather all

The positive energy in the world &

Send it to the future. I tell my

Unborn grandson. This is the cycle

Of life & the philosopher’s stone

I tell the greening copse. This is

The circle to fill in with cries & laughs.

I tell my other self

Beyond the cosmic wall, as if

To balance yin and yang

In the whole universe

Close to Me

Is surely my soulmate, but even

Closer is my own spirit, & the

Very closest is my other self

Living in a parallel gaxyland