Chinhooi Zhenhui

 Wavering earth above sea level the swells squeezed by the boat's journey the movement taller than the line of sight out at sea I've marveled at the distant blue more than once the depth that penetrates  the powerless pallor of words when tiny transparent droplets swoop into my arms the impact of being struck by insignificance instantly smashes  my strength no kind of wetness can be this drenching i'm glad i didn't dodge standing between the sky and the sea i open my arms amidst the rocking i embrace the wind the waves the breakage at least i just can't choose  just one life  about confinement misunderstanding delusion feeble ineffectual explanations.  

 Listening to the wind  lapping at the water's edge dust that comes  from faraway still floating above the current exchanging some time with a few old trees we're waiting for the sun to set over the waterfall waiting for the rainbow to gather its brilliance and drown the basement  of the valley waiting for the starry eyes to gently slide into the field of dream  waiting for a native voice to shout out my nickname old laurel tree reclining by the waterside full of the chanting of cicadas and cygnets and fragrance of flowers that's brimming dilapidated storehouse must have been in disrepair for years and years watermill, dredge and pipe a hard scab of time a handful of fallen leaves at this point drift by placing a kind of ache on someone's heart.    

 A lake filled with blue autumn water it ripples  as if soaring migratory birds reflecting the countenance of colored mountains swelling with the reverie and mystique tugging  on wings of emotions curling up waves of passion layer after layer burying love at the bottom the lake filled with fragrance of autumn woods shadows of maple trees swaying of branches kisses the echoes of feelings drips of autumn notes swinging the bond of love the lake fluttering reddish longings blinking  with words of love in the depths of blue each wild cloud crosses its chest with affection skies in the distance that's the call of love merging merrily  colors like cyan and ecru.

A beautiful place amidst mountains where the sky is blue water is clear leaves are crimson mist surrounds clouds are close at hand the heart has decided to stay ever since with camera lens and eyes i take snapshots of splendid lives you'll love the silence of the night not a subtlest sound can escape the sensitivity the wind swirls little insects whisper magnificence of the meadow not a trace of dirt has tainted the pulchritude all of it makes me crave to take it all in I've been here already ans here has been somewhere in my heart  the ethereal spiritual realm I've been holding on to.    

Your lips fiery and carmine your hair with the smoothness  of knife your eyes seductive as sparkling poison lust donning the veil of love sweetened with sugary passion whispers in the ear leading innocence to the tempting chasm of dream melting determination into residuum  of wine pouring pride onto the freeway of desire crushing wisdom into paltry pallid cinders.

We never forget people need to eat and sleep to be alive people need to work and learn because these are the principles of life we must keep in mind sometimes i can't forget many troubles and qualms why haven't i forgotten them  yet it's not always a good thing to let certain memories remain  too long i know many things in life that shouldn't be forgotten i also know there are things that should and must be forgotten we can only try our best to clear out the misgivings scruples that make the heart die a little  each day so our inner space can be bright and spacious again our life can have back  and reserve its vitality and exuberance.

Love is being with some person just like those green leaves can't be separated from their flowers of red like a fish can't leave the water's depth love is mutual understanding  if a treeling doesn't grow well   as we would expect it to we don't blame it, no instead, we look closer and deeper question does it get enough nutrients or is there a lack of exposure to sunlight love is tolerance on both sides just like the ocean that can contain all things in its vast and broad mind   something worth learning from we can't live without love we need to love to enrich our lives this colorful world needs to be wreathed with love may we all receive love may we all learn to love and rejoice  in being loved.

When my eyes are open everything actualizes before me when they close the outer dimension is integrated into the core of the system when eyes open life is in sight when eyes are closed the picture is still  presented in the mind when you open your eyes don't put everything you see into your heart when you close your eyes you are looking at the pure nothingness so some things are best not to appear from time to time.

The nature I yearn for the mountain the water is what i mean  the freedom within my bones that grows wild with the flowers, the herbs the fireflies in the night when they fly into my eyes it's a poem a song when they flow into my ear the kind life i want is pure and simple but why has my shadow been so lost nowadays at least i need  the first rays of sunlight that shoot into the room that will feed the cactus  athirst in my soul  

Under the big tree diagonal rays of setting sun these days the store is quiet only breathing is reciprocated and twice a day in the morning and evening there's the sound of the rolling gate   you're quiet still standing before new book section listening  to the philosophical thoughts of undulating hills sweet words of water then came a few curious birds lined up at the door saying hello hungry fellas jumping here and there to collect and ingest those tiny bread crumbs from the palm of your hand.

Clouds  so light wind satiny soft i remember the old house even though shrouded in the depths of time even though covered with dust it is still my moon and stars an integral part  of my life this old house contains nostalgia and jubilation from my childhood perhaps little flowers by the corner of that wall many times have they visited  my gentle dream at night.

Lying on the open ground eyes closed  heart calmed down such a warm morning bath soft sunshine stroking my hair touching my face my body my heart i am not angry matter of fact i am on cloud nine why? simply because i love it love the glory love the temperature love the light that illuminates my flying fingers.

Flying elegantly across the air cherry blossoms redolent and ethereal tints of pink drift  out of a fairy tale rows of trees of poetry petal by petal read to the grass then to the entirety  of the village   to the bees the wind the rain the earth a dedication to the new revival of spring.

 A cat's life is simple and clear it's a blue piece of sky a cat's world cares about you a cat's world holds you close an ordinary cat thinks of walking with you under the evening skies is the best thing it's the best when it plays with you it doesn't understand your language but still it can play with you and that's the biggest happiness a cat wishes it can talk about life with you like a confidant discuss and gossip  with you like a bestie being with you walking  and walking on.