Deep Blue Attack

The deep blue attacked the city
Trees started to weep
Tears blurred the moonlight in the sky

The Thunder Trapped the Fish in the Ocean

Ideas!
Where are you from?
And how did you become the buddy of ego?

Ideas!
What is your source?
And will it drain one day?

Ideas!
Why can't you embrace ignorance?
Quit the game and laugh?

O ideas!
You taste like cocktails!
Are you also poisonous?

Three Destinies

An anonymous plant going to be rescued
An anonymous seedling turning to the prince of forest
An anonymous leaf dead in the ocean of neon flowers

Almost

I was watching the moon while walking
And almost fell down to the ground
I almost became Thales of Miletus

A Lost Corner

The rain has melted my bones
I am longing
For a corner to rest
Melancholy has captured me
I need a corner to hide

The dark and thick black

Countless, silent, and irrelevant people
Surrounding me
And passing by
I am an invisible, and lost
Wanderer
In the hot rainy night
I want a corner to feel safe
And rest my head on

Where is my corner
Mama I am lost
Something has gone
Something that I do not know

Dear stranger
Would you please
Give me an authentic, and deep hug?

I said a word
The abyss sucked it away
I am still invisibly lost
They are still countless, silent, and irrelevant

All you need

All you need

is a long and deep sleep

until the long lasting summer

has been painted with the tone of autumn

All you need

is a long and deep sleep

until the first song of the dawn

is bathing you in a wide and golden river

All you need

is a long and deep sleep

until the day has left you

the overwhelming melancholy is caressing your hair

All you need

is a long and deep sleep

until you forget

time has ever passed through your body

All you need

indeed

is just a long and deep sleep

that's the moment

you touch the eternity

Dragon fruit in comparison with kiwi fruit

It is either sweet
or not sweet
But it is never sour!

To a friend that I briefly met

I've heard you are from the city of wind

That's how

You people come and go

Welcome to the Equator!

Please be gentle to trees,

and be careful of durians!

The eternal sun bakes the wildness

Once I merge into the divine

My memory levitates as nothingness in the air

When qawwali touches your toes

You may recall the moment

Watching the endless summer growing on the hoe

Let it penetrate through you like a flood!

If you are in a town of India
where almost anything can happen but nothing is predictable
Just hold your passport tight
Let the heat and crowd penetrate through you like a flood!

If you are in a street of Spain
where celebrations can arrive anytime
Just dance and become the rhythm itself
Let the sudden joy penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in any place of China
where you by accident turn on a television at 7pm
Just stare at the figures and text moving on the screen
Let the immortality penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in a remote village of Bangladesh
where nobody speaks anything that you can understand
Just open your eyes and dive down to the essence of life
Let the primitiveness in the mud penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in the seashore in Portugal
where you may get lost and can hardly find any human being
Just follow the coastline of the vast Atlantic
Let any magical emergence behind the fog penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in the garden city of Singapore
where everything is so clean and safe
Just stretch your legs and open your arms
Let the lush and tropical rain penetrate through you like a flood!

If you are in a dessert in Jordan
where the wind is warm and the sand is soft
Just lie down and cover yourself by the moonlight
Let the absolute silence penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in a town of Israel
where you may encounter any layer of history
Just walk towards the west until you meet the sea
Let the sunset over Mediterranean penetrate through you like a flood!


If you are in a sophisticated city in US
where you find only one dollar in your pocket
Go to a restaurant and breathe deep
Let the real touch of hunger penetrate through you like a flood!

If you are in a mountain on the earth
where you get trapped and cannot move a single inch
Just stay still and feel the existence of your body
Let the acceptance of life or death penetrate through you like a flood!

The lost verses

There were some beautiful verses
floating on a painting of landscape
of olive green, wheat yellow and
a strip of dark red
I was reading them aloud
in the golden afternoon sunshine of
the eternity towards the west
as of bathing
in the summer sunset of the tranquil Eurasia Steppe

I read them twice
melodic verses flew precisely through my tongue and lips
I felt like chewing words softly in the ambiguous atmosphere
while my mum came to the table
started making dumplings
"What are you doing?" she asked loudly
"Just reading."
"Em. Come to make dumplings."
"Hold down a minute..."

Then I suddenly heard the buzzing noise from the fry pan
and the cat stepped her soft paws between my legs
A real ray of sunshine pierced into my eyes
when the verses suddenly vanished from the canvas
so faded the paint
I reached out my hands
trying to grab the verses but
the verses already dropped into the abyss
like vanishing bubbles
only three words left
blured on my palms
Tree
Darkness
Obscure
The only fragments of
the enigmatic ever-existence

萎缩 Withering

熟透的苹果在秋日的阳光里
萎缩
蹒跚的小猪在巨蟒的肚子里
萎缩
曾经声音洪亮的老太太在她住了半生的房子里安安静静的
萎缩
饱满的乳房在岁月的流淌里里微微地
萎缩
滚圆的啤酒肚在玫瑰花瓣里
萎缩
亚马逊原始森林
和无可捉摸的欲望一样
也在萎缩
盛开的紫玉兰在绿叶到来时悄悄地
萎缩
史前巨兽的尾骨在深深的地下缓缓的
萎缩
风声在森林的漫漫无边里
萎缩
蓝色药膏在流血的伤口里
萎缩
红巨星在几百亿年的膨胀里
萎缩
雄心在仙人掌的野蛮里
萎缩
浓烈荔枝味道的酒精在口腔的温暖里
萎缩
蛙鸣在夜色的深蓝里
萎缩
色彩斑斓的梦在一次又一次的睡眠里
萎缩
小王子的忧伤在遥远的宇宙深处
萎缩
心魔在海天相接的地平线里
萎缩
思维在原始森林的召唤下
萎缩
生命在死亡如呼吸一样轻柔的爱抚中
渐渐萎缩

我感到我的爱人正在我的怀里
悄无声息的萎缩
我的臂弯正在缓慢的靠近
我的胸膛
他的身体越来越小越来越轻
我几乎都快触不到了
连同那
柔软的呼吸和
嘴角的笑和
茂密的森林和
金灿灿的河流
那正在萎缩的过程真切而悠长
我满怀欣喜的拥抱着
我们的存在和
刹那的永恒

79th Street

79th Street, Brooklyn, New York

Stay clear of the closing doors please

Clothes of bright colors

Stretching a curve

Outside the brick wall

If they tell you

You'll never see laundry

bathing in the sun

That is because

They've never seen the rainbow

shining in the night of United States

Good Night

I suddenly very much want to say you Good Night
Exactly like yesterday
Your soft hair between my fingers
Crescent moon hanging in tranquility

I suddenly very much want to say you Good Night
Like the light flute, a pure creek flowing through

I so much want to whisper you a warm Good Night
into your ears
But the vine twists
I really don't know how
Good Night, Good Night
My dear, Good night

Duality

I am not my cell phone number

I am not my photo

I am not the bullets in my resume

I am not my profession

I am not what they say about me

I am not my money

I am not the color of my skin my eyes my hair

I am not my ethnicity

I am not my city my country my nationality

I am not any -ism

I am not my garment

I am not my perfume

I am not my family

I am not my age

I am not my gender

I am not my mind

I am even not my body

A Fruit

She said, I would give you a fruit

I said, okay

A fruit. What is a fruit?

A fruit from a tree bathing in the Andalusia sunshine

A lush garden paved in creamy white marbles

Above which stands an 800-year-old bell tower

A yellow sand stone tower

with breath-taking staircases deep in its belly

all the way up, as a spiral spine

You breathe heavily on your way up towards the sky

Pigeons are incubating eggs on the way

When you walk by they shake heads and stretch wings

Fly away, splashing breeze and feathers to your face

Oh eggs, white little eggs of pigeons

Sleeping in the old tower above civilized burrows

Deep burrows as abyss, burying the secret of civilizations

Mystery connects

Underground Roman cisterns

The rays of modern sun dance with the ancient green ripples

Boats!

We row boats under the arches with keystones

in the cosmos of the ancient green ripples

The water town in dreams sings its moist lullaby

Now I feel thirsty for a juicy fruit

Carefree - Ganesh in Museum of Fine Art, Boston

Throw away your crystal of pride
Take off your garment of silk
We are the same drifting souls
We are the same primitive nudes
Bathing in the holy unison
                 the golden gloria
                 the eternal joy
Let's wander in the forest float in the river levitate in the cloud
We are the endless universe
The essence of universe is right here, within us

Grandma

Grandma tells me to always stay satisfied with life

However, she seems to be very hard to please

when I wanted to play out

she said it was too dangerous

when I brought my friends home

she said they were too messy

when monica visited me

she found I was too slim and got worried

when I began to feed my cat

she got angry and kept complaining

when I started to learn calligraphy

she said you should also learn drawing

when I discovered my true love in drawing

she said you should learn maths and English

when I found my interest in literature and English

she said you must learn chemistry and physics

when I got curious about science in labs

she said it's better to stay with your textbooks

when I wanted to learn architecture

she tried her best to persuade me into electronics

when I got interested in humanity and urban planning

she was shocked why I could not stay with professional architecture

when I showed her my exboyfriend

she said you were too young to have a boyfriend

when I showed her another boyfriend a year later

she asked when you planned to marry him

when I told her monica eagerly wanted a baby

she told me to stay away from her

when I told her young people always explored and wandered

she questioned how you could change so fast

when I expressed my happiness of studying abroad

she urged me to go back home and settle down

Now I tell her that I get interested in poetry

She asks why don't you draw? Drawing is better

I tell her that I am drawing now an then.

I've been in love with drawing for almost 15 years

Remember? When I was in middle school...

She falls into silence

I also tell her that I finally decide to break up with my boyfriend

even though he is the sweetest guy to me

She sighed, disappointed

at the other end of the phone

on the other side of the globe

in the sunshine that my night can never reach

Now I remember

20 years ago

she said the same thing to me

"Baby, do not pursue perfectionism"

But why grandma,

Why are you always worried about me?

Why are you always unhappy with my choices?

Why can't you just let it be?

Why can't you share my joy of the presence?

How can I please you?

Tell me! How can I make you happy!

Tell me! How can I love you!

She falls into silence again

She has been much more quiet these years

She always stays at home

rejects to move

Probably she is in the circle

never too far from the starting point

She has all her love and gifts

just can hardly appreciate the glory of herself

Even though she urged me to focus in school study

She always loves calligraphy and drawing so much

Even though she tried to keep me away from literature

Her bookshelves are huge and full

Even though she complained that outdoor activities were unsafe

She laughed so loud and sincere while playing with me in the park

Even though she scolded the cat all the time

She hugged and caressed it with her entire heart

Even though she arranged the miserable marriage of my parents

She also understands what true love means

Even though she appreciated the fortune of staying alive due to the rejection from the air force

She is always ashamed to have been born in the year when Japanese invaded

Even though she always avoided talking about history

She wrote her personal history with her siblings

Even though she kept denying the quality of her artworks

She eagerly wanted us to print her portfolio

Even though she said old stuff were useless

She always touches the hundred-year-old hardwood table decorated with shells

Even though she said staying abroad was nothing better than homeland

She put cash into my pocket every time I was home

Please do not forget

She was the daughter of the wealthiest family of the region

She was born in a mansion compound larger than the world heritage site

She used to feed three fat cats and two lovely dogs

She used to cultivate beautiful gardens in the courtyard

She had a childhood full of legacies, freedom and love

She gained wisdom from both western and eastern intelligence

She sang traditional operas and recited all kinds of ancient poetry

She grew up in the capital when city walls were still higher than the sky

She witnessed the entire process of wars and revolutions

She was the first dozens of girls graduated from the best university

She used to teach Russian and English

She was the first group of female scientists visiting Poland

She could have been a renowned scientist if revolutions did not happen

She could also have been a female artist if wars did not take place

She could have lived a better life if she did not love so much

She could also have been dead if she loved too much

She always dreams to study abroad

She always dreams to build a better homeland

She always dreams to preserve all the good

She always dreams to live with true love

In my vein flows her blood

Grandma and me are the same

We just wander around the starting point

at different time, different spaces, different stages of life

Time moves on

never comes back

Fate rolls up and down

never too far

Grandma is 82 years old now

Every day she feels so close to the call of destiny

She is peaceful and ready

there she will meet her parents and family

In her life she has always been extremely careful to stay appropriate

through these ridiculous decades of contemporary history

of the country, where one can vanish silently, at any minute

She is an extraordinary woman in her era

and also an anonymous dust in the billion

She devoted all her life to this party, to the so-called belief

as well as her family, in the way she finds correct

She has always been the queen of my family

A queen with glory of the past

A queen with lost memory

A queen with noble spirit

A queen with melancholy

I love you so much

My dearest grandma

You gave me life

You lead my fate

You raised me up

You love me deep

Ananda

Ananda - 1

She is a migrant bird
flying over the Himalaya
A tiny blue feather of hers
falls slowly, slowly,
and softly rests,
onto his warm palm
He looks up, into the sky
the moment, right there
in his eyes
She sees a vast deep lake

Ananda - 2

Cocoon, cocoon,
She squeezes out
streches her fresh wet wings,
dark blue blood injected into capillaries
That night
The crescent moon hangs lower than the roof
The green river rises higher than the willow