“I demand:
this Sky, will no longer cover my eyes,
this Earth, will no longer bury my heart,
All living things, shall understand my wishes,
and all the gods, shall fade before me, like smoke and cloud.”
Sun Wu Kong, The Monkey King
Auspicious Lunar New Year
February 8, 2016. Year of the Fire Monkey
near dusk
small white sails have gathered like wings
wild calls of rebel gulls
rushing
for the waves
beneath this empty sky
standing in the shadows
I am listening
to the silence
of your distant landscape
evening whispers
across the sea
Cinnamomum Camphora 樟
The tree for which I am named…
waking
to a land of wind and earth
out here
the trees
are always young
listening to the night
I remembered
where I was
once upon a time
quiet stars
the summer
tenderness of silence
of smoke
of sleep
wind rises
upon earth and stone
I am as far from you
as I can ever be
A beautiful celebration of the present and a most inspiring encouragement for the future.
Offering optimism in an era dominated by fear, confusion, hate and anxiety.
This is a marvelous story and a honest guide towards a better tomorrow, each of us can begin to join this new path, this joyful and authentic path towards vitality and sustainability.
right now, right here, where ever you are.
watch this film and rejoice.
Life, is still very very beautiful.
My sincere gratitude to all those who brought us this essential reminder: of who we are, who we can be, and what we could achieve.
Merci et Bravo!!
the winds
have changed
steel gray
water of sky
mercurial journey of landscapes
towards autumn
the inevitable awakening
of its glorious predators
the hunt
the battle
the dance
the surrender
perpetual rite
of capture and loss
conquer
then oblivion
shadow
rises
lunar and distant
it is not
the distance
nor silence
the space
between
here and
there
I
or
you
last year
or
the next
it is
tenderness
shared
between
your heart of iron
and mine
of the trees
it is the drumming
of our wild and amorous veins
calling in the darkness
for journey
for dream
where the edge
of each world
blossoms
unto
new and mysterious wings
out there
the sea
slender trees of winter
shattered and drifting
what else can they do
birds
of midnight
calls
from the shadow
indifferent
as always
such is their charm
and independence
somewhere
giant flowers
suspended from the shallows
majestic leaves of green and summer
shimmering
always distant
what is lost
was never there
what can be found
was always here
blue and red dreams
of strange encounters
await