Singing Jupiter

poems of Lan Xu

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冥想

鸟飞过去了 我有没有觉察到？

  风飘走了 我有没有觉察到？

 声音消失了 我有没有觉察到？

 身边有万千个微小的生命 我有没有觉察到？

 树的宁静 我有没有觉察到？

  有和无的分别 我有没有觉察到？

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Happiness is here 

I am many me in me

I am a lover’s influencer 

I am here with my shadow

I am here in my body 

I am healed

We are all messed up in our identities

I am my shadowed self

I am here and there

We are here many times

We are here forever and no longer

I am a letting-go self 

We are inseparable self

We keep coming back

I am one in many, many in me

We are all in many lifetimes together 

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Bhaktapur, man making ceramics

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How long does it take to develop deep connection with someone?

minus one second

a talk

a lifetime

a fraction of moment

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无题

有些人点破

也有些人执迷

有的人执迷点破

有的人点破执迷

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生白

一朵花

两朵花

三朵花

黑暗之中

练成看破混沌的能力

小猫在的空间

清凉的空间

粉红的空间

热闹的空间

都很空的空间

虚室生白的空间

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Sext

Passing by, your breezy breathe, your smell of throat; makes me happy

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谈恋爱笔记

认真的人

爱玩的人

好玩的人

可爱的人

贪玩的人

爱抱怨的人

蜜一样的人

惊为天人

自欺欺人

怒气很多的人

磨蹭的人

萌的人

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夏至

    在这个小村子里生存。好像祖父一辈的生活，用石头做通讯工具。没有人不认识另外一个人。在宏观的条件下天气也是可以被调节的。

    等人们褪去了身上的皮，到下一季很快又可以长出新的一层。好像树木一样的生命。天空有时是粉粉的，有粉灰，粉黄，粉亮，粉红，粉蓝……

    跳舞不再是为了求雨，有时候是为了调节身体的韵律以平衡行星的推行。

    但是在人们死后，尸骨仍然如古人一般。偶尔有萤火虫飞过。它们也许可以分辨出死者生前的面容。

    足球比赛更加盛行了。因为夏天更长更热了。世界是娱乐的。人与人之间的关联兴许可以以球技高低来作参考。

    当我抬起眉毛的时候，是我对旁人片面的言辞感到抵触。说话怎么可以脱口而出且理所当然。即便声音好听这时也可以保持沉默。

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莲花的心

只想保持这样的距离

        一些不安宁的梦境

  与在此处难得的安宁

    于夏天的最后的周末

       告别昨天的心

      和不再沉溺于此刻的

  飞驰的心

他人并不是目的

完成自己次才是这场

        旅途的意义

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Teenagers

  He killed the bee

  She was sad & 

        hated him

  It reminded her 

  when her father killed the

                cat

   He was like

           I just got you a book

       and I’m buying you

                lunch

     Why do you even care 

          about the dead bee

  Bees make honey

      & it was a living being

  Probably he seemed a 

      douche in that afternoon

  Maybe they were going 

      to take a walk

      into the woods

And she would still

    remember that 

        he had killed

         the bee

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Love Poem

First line of a love poem

Second line of a love poem 

Space in between us, flowing freely

I am so shy 

   about this

Do I talk 

  things about you 

    too much, already

Have you dreamt about my dream

    ever? It 

   is 

  a 

 butterfly 

Not much synchronized 

Yet so tender 

  So I 

  fall

 into the light

Can’t pretend nothing at all

Maybe, 

   maybe

   Love is a time machine 

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