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