The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

Lyrics write the road in music Colours sail in the canvas The tune beholds your hair around my shoulder I bathe The flower emerges from kisses Your fingers paint My body becomes your canvas Your silence drowns in the ocean Mist in your eyes turns And what a tender waiting by the river Like the water never stops And the silver lines compose on riverbed Smile is born from everywhere The grass remembers drops from sky As we walk inside And your footprints follow the horizon Immortal is your violin Passionate is my grave Flowers touch each other, the music thrust upon the door While the song remembers dead ones, alive yet Your beauty touches all the strings And all the frozen ones whisper from the wall I become your kite through the clouds And your fingers call from miles away When you hold the truth Like the mountain holds the secret Like the river holds her tears I touch y...

Door wants to open? Drops are still alive. When the wet moves on, and the flute flows two arms. Long hair plays the guitar, and smell arises out of water. I will feed the hens forever. Life is a ribbon still holding the end. Stairs are climbing down to green. And green waves at the flicker of butterfly. Did I ever wish to know? So much of shower! When I gave the flower ... and the little child set her homework aside. Your hand moved. Trees nod and bring more yellow, green, and red plum. Spring, don't leave! Wind, I am happy to be inside your prison.

I still believe in the walk Still believe in the leaves When the night crowded in And the face remained first rain No, need is far inside the song Inspire to overcome the window Some kisses have grown unwatered And some mists turning shadow Quiet sentences once wrote Rains of the windy rainbow Ah, the train passed one night And the platform gathered the dews Questions were born from silver Blaze on the run of time Deep was fragrant in steel water And bright was sunk like a rhyme.

Did I ask you, flight? Passing mirror, moist light Pieces of words fallen And the dark manifesting Generation of green Amidst my windows woven All are to write on water Shower of wound, milky feather Where has slept, the man Dissolved in the yellow And the river to follow Where he walked into From the womb to melting blue All away from, the golden statue Seeds thus from the orange Fragrant the life, watering change Wave at the ship, swallowed green Emerge from water like Grave of mountain, fathomed Whispered the cicadas Song is sharper than And knight is keen.

Time, ah time you think all of Time, you ignorant how you flow But I broke the lock, thus And found time, embraced by you Like eternal sea fathoming in sky I know I have seen A small bird inside wet nest A drop of light from mighty rain But what a magic is this longing Forgot to remember the womb? Womb you let the cloud play But there was deeper than blue Who told me that I was alive The forest was more stoned than the night You’ll stop by, you'll look You can not close your eyes You can not stop coming again...and Again your knees will be deep earth and Inside the roots will be evergreen Fragrance, like a thin mist Mist let come all alone Mist, let stay all but the charm Charm, let all but not stops hearing From clouds and from melting rain

Like a tiny window gazed, the sea and the wind blew forth... I slept and didn't stop walking... to fathom and kiss the old oak Like silence met drops of sound Like waves long to meet the last May this groom of rain for nest Be a thin spread of dews on grass Soft is the melting of hard. And moist after whispering of deep What have you listened my friend! How you heart coloured with the mist Where did you go to greet ancient breeze A deep and gentle sound inside Though the forest were to kill And dark was there in love And you saw how the river fills As breeze flows with parallel doves Yet you long for the ocean As you fought with the night Like time mirror the yellow shadow And the palace beholds the blue lie Sky? the moon ever longed for And now it's the fruit of trees As time clotted in the womb While I went swimming in the roots You searched for dews in yellow light And brought home back silk of white I was ever meteoric icy black As bright as whistle of cold night.

Grass is wet. Hengshan blues. Solitude is looking at the morning? So is love of love. Ancient geometry! Do you remember, when it rains and the angles pass through the bows? Wind is mad. But I should here watch the water. When the wind is strong it's time to go inside the earth. May be earth is sleeping under water. May be water is roaring. And gentle is water! May be water is heavy. May be water can’t feel the pain. So I became a cave. Darkness fills inside. Morning plays song. Afternoon dreams in front of trees. The wind becomes wild and tunes into murmur. There was an old Chinese couple selling fruits in a trolley. A policeman snatched the trolley and the couple begged him to return their capital. The couple with their old steps were almost running after the policeman. It’s not power. It’s not strength. Not merely weakness. I felt oneness. As if my heart is lying on the road and a pedestrian crushed it with the shoes. I felt one with the old man and lady. I became their son(g). M...