Games of the dead.
The festival of the dead
seems special this spring in Beijing.
On the streets I see and hear
people wailing broken grief.
Men weeping
so drunk full of memories
so drunk full of memories
of friends and family
whose lives ceased to exist.
whose lives ceased to exist.
Leaves freeze
dried from winter
dried from winter
blow in the streets -
and tears fall,
until those who were once full,
empty -
until their memories cease,
to exist.
We are all now one,
mixed with shadow -
mixed with shadow -
people and memories
the same.
the same.
As existences
we roam the streets
day and night,
we roam the streets
day and night,
in search of touch
and a cradle to sleep.
and a cradle to sleep.
We roam seeking caretakers
who care not
who they take in
to care for.
who care not
who they take in
to care for.
We seek those who care
for all equally
knowing we are all equal
in death, life and beyond.
for all equally
knowing we are all equal
in death, life and beyond.
I know we strive
for equality in life -
some seek to recreate while living.
for equality in life -
some seek to recreate while living.
I know equality exists in death,
yet sometimes eludes us in life.
yet sometimes eludes us in life.
I know equality exists
as a pre-death humour -
laughing and choking equally hard.
as a pre-death humour -
laughing and choking equally hard.
The wind blows
and I see the stardust twinkle,
to remind me of life.
and I see the stardust twinkle,
to remind me of life.
We are electrical shadows
of light's eternity.
of light's eternity.
I see the falling stars fall
to remind me of living life full.
We are life.
to remind me of living life full.
We are life.
We are dust
dust which each day
passes into the night.
We are dust in the night
that must not
absentmindedly
be brushed off
our faces.
dust which each day
passes into the night.
We are dust in the night
that must not
absentmindedly
be brushed off
our faces.
To preserve my sanity,
I eat cured fruit
and preserved vegetables.
I hydrate using heated water,
hot beyond the human body temperature.
In my pocket I carry
a small packet of hot pepper -
to spice life with sentience,
to preserve the beauty of humanity,
I eat cured fruit
and preserved vegetables.
I hydrate using heated water,
hot beyond the human body temperature.
In my pocket I carry
a small packet of hot pepper -
to spice life with sentience,
to preserve the beauty of humanity,
and ensure that life can be shaken alive.
I know human beings
desire to be remembered,
make a mark, be remarkable.
I know human beings desire
to leave a trace of their existence.
desire to be remembered,
make a mark, be remarkable.
I know human beings desire
to leave a trace of their existence.
I know it is not the hands of humans
that write our archives.
Our existence scribes its own journey -
that write our archives.
Our existence scribes its own journey -
destiny's path is carved by our deeds.
Actions and words speak loud as intentions -
Actions and words speak loud as intentions -
impressions considered as accomplishments,
memories remembered,
by bodies larger in scope
than one moment's breath.
memories remembered,
by bodies larger in scope
than one moment's breath.
Our human substance travels Space -
recording, memorizing, sensing ...
that life is an eternity -
larger than our egos can imagine
post-birth, pre-death, everything
in between and out beyond -
the outer spaces of our imagination.
the outer spaces of our imagination.
Silently I spin inward,
into the thresholds
of mental image pictures.
Silently I churn outward,
out of, to get into what's beyond.
I am, encased, enclosed yet expanding -
I am, encased, enclosed yet expanding -
an immense flow, the Ocean of Milk -
metaversal streaming heart consciousness.
A seed blows by in perfect time -
the foundation of all existence,
one rooted heart, a flowering crown
one rooted heart, a flowering crown
all growth, lies resting simply within
the intelligence inside a single seed.
The seed, a rose petal’s difference
between a stem and a thorn.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
During the Zhou Dynasty, Laozi (Li Er 李耳)wrote,
"Do the difficult things while they are easy
and do the great things while they are small.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
Sometime after 1838, Henry Brooks Adams wrote;
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.”
between a stem and a thorn.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
During the Zhou Dynasty, Laozi (Li Er 李耳)wrote,
"Do the difficult things while they are easy
and do the great things while they are small.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step."
Sometime after 1838, Henry Brooks Adams wrote;
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.”
1st International Kite Festival, Beijing China 1990
