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Not a love song

Not too short, not too long,

but a life time, exactly.

Not too quiet, not too noisy,

but the vibration of living and dying, superposed.

Can you hear the drop in the waterfall?

No longer dance to the tune,

as if it were true.

I sit down, and down,

wait, and wait.

Basil

Rain, Wednesday morning

A little, green basil grows

Listening to rain

Still

Still, break of the day

The song of silence\\

Enveloped by the copper beech

A winding logic crawls

Along an elusive ellipse

Weaving in and out the undergrowth\\

Wings flapping, cutting the foliage into two – one circle, one square

Sending the logic to its destination

where it starts\

Can I fly with with you?

To see the world under your wings.

Morning

Listen, nothing,

something,

nothing.

Look, light,

dark,

light.

Little birds, little cats, one black,

Squirrels, magpies, one giant copper beech.

I am still here.

Lizzie

No sound

No people

Just the little cat and me

We sit on the grass to watch time passing by

Concepts are invariances

Invariances are concepts

`I’ is a crude concept

At one time, everything is perfect, at next only void remains. The mind is too complex for me to grasp. `I' live in deep confusion, pulled by the web knitted by sensation, emotion, instinct and rationality. `I' can only experience the most superficial. My consciousness watch the self and the world like a film. `I' do not know how and why. `I' is such a crude concept,

When Chicken A met Dog B

Chicken A: How can you not be eaten by humans?

Dog B: Just by being a dog.

Chicken A: That is unfair.

Dog B: Sorry. There is never fairness. There is only luck.

When Cat A met Cat B

Cat A: What a deep wound on the side of your hind leg! I can even see the muscles. You shall go home and get it cared by your human.

Cat B: I can't. There is a dog at home.

Cat A: So you are not a dog person.

Cat B: No, I am afraid not. I am more of a human person.

After so many rainy days

the sun is finally out

cheerful, bright, light breeze

everyone is out

in their cars

Grandmother

hospital bed, lying

quietly, watching

'is it going - home time?'

Saturday 7:33 a.m.

daisy

Daisy the horse

Daisy the younger

galloping, sleeping, eating grass

no longer

on the empty field

only daisies remain

within the fence

Shanghai,05.2019

The little brown dog

Have we met before?

Running from behind

to the right

in front

towards left

into the road

roaring of cars then

silence

only fur moving with the wind

in the dark red

on the tarmac

Will we meet again?

Silent rain...continues

The rain continues....steady and still...just like yesterday...and the day before...and the day before that.... I can't remember exactly when my preference of sunshine has been replaced by such comfort, induced by, probably, the familiarity of this silent rain, like water, like air, like breathing. The dazzling of the sun is unimaginable now, so is any laughter. They will destroy all this quietness and timelessness, that is enveloping every thing. It will be too happy. It will be too much to bear.

Now this rain becomes part of me, or rather, I become part of the rain. This rain has become my fate. My fate has become this silent rain. I can no longer live without it. Its coolness, its generosity, its permanence and its non-existence. Please...do not abandon me. Probably it is not non-existent. Rather, it drifts between the existence and the non-existence, just like one's own breathing. Before even being thought of, it slips back into its state of non-existence. In the gap of my senses lies the non-existence. By becoming this silent rain, I escape my own existence. There is freedom; there is permanence, for once.

Black bird and man in black

The black bird

And the man in black

With long black hair

Bird on the grass

Man outside

A few steps apart

They looked each other into the eyes

Time stopped just for them

The bird flew off

The man walked away

Time restarted

With no trace left

Neither the bird nor the man

fonetix

ger van elk hanging wall 1968

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