I never denied the beauty:
Imperial pomp of sunrise,
The seductive glamour of sunset.
The snaking voluptuous river,
Swollen with incessant downpours,
The glitter of rare raw minerals,
A glimmer waiting in the depths.
Beyond the mist in the distance,
The harrowing sublimity of mountains.
The perceived chant of the angels,
Drifting across the aether.
The vertiginous descent of the eagle,
Intent upon the sighted prey.
The patient strength of the ox,
Harnessed for growth and generation.
The gilded and haloed lion,
Surveying the buffet of the savannah.
The shining lights of the city,
On the snow capped hilltop.
The voluminous text of flesh
Awaiting to be read in the dark.
The beauty of the world is undoubted:
But I suspected treachery
A beauty that bites after caressing
Wanting to leave its mark
Because it too is just passing
A floating world of samsara,
Always changing; never
Still: completes a cycles,
Pauses briefly before transformation
Then same as it ever was,
Is or will be.
Dream that descend as waterfalls Illuminating diamond brilliance deepest night The glowing tail of a shooting star Flashes of lightning amidst menacing clouds Lamp shining in an assassin’s cave Upon awakening transparent as bubbles Illusions in the watery morning light See the endless things as a dewdrop
Ma Yuan-The Waving Surface of the Autumn Flood c1222
There, among the canals, every twist and turn
Leads to the unexpected, yet another splendour,
Riot of decadence, symbolic decay, hinting at danger;
Look upward though at the sun illuminating the water
Flowing past the grandeur hidden in vaults
Towards the ever present Island of the Dead,
Flooding the damned Cities of the Plain
Further still rushing beyond the Pure Land
To cascade inexorably onto the Other Shore.
Here, in this place's essence of impermanence, I taste eternity.
This outer dazzling radiance
Imbues with melting desire
Refracting in stained glass
Shines over frothing waves
Casts over sundial shadows
Haloes the heroic statuary
Banished within four walls
Where silence, solitude reign
Realm of inner marvels
Giorgio Di Chirico-The Enigma of an Hour-1910/1911
Far and wide I have travelled
Through the Gateless Gate of the Jade Courtyard
Bounded the wooden stairs two by two
Discovering within this sparse hotel room
A place as serene as a walled garden
Because waiting here for me I find you
And what species of flowers will bloom
As I stroke the lock of the Vermillion Gate
So I beg of you, don’t open the blinds.
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