Saturday, 19 October 2013

This, my earth

This, my earth,
whose waters eddy and fill
the contours of this planet’s surface
and never end, nor begin.

This, my earth,
whose very mineral life
is taken up into the hands
of small men with too-big ambition.

This, my earth,
whose fires burn deep inside
and turn, whose fires spume
and crack the infinite air.

This, my earth,
in spirit only, not
my earth in name – an
elemental has no face.

This, my earth,
that which renders all struggle futile,
that which is only being,
depending not on the borrowed ‘I’.

This, my earth.
This, your earth. This
our earth. This earth is us,
we it, until we move in you once more

and live the fallacy that we call ‘to die’.

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Moon Light

I can't help but think
that I've given myself away to you.
And I can't help but feel
that I'm in love with more than just
the idea of you.

I can't help but think 
of Li Bai....

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed -
Could there have been a frost already?
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

And suddenly
there is a big moon of a mirror
between us
and you are the reflection
of my cold and aching heart,
aching for your warmth.

You are
my home.