Art and Aesthetics · relationships · romance

Roaming

In the beginning[1], there was no heaven and earth. Instead, a vast silence stretched into the darkness. Out of the great distances, the Creator Pangu was borne on the wings of a beam of light. Had she held a mirror up to her face she would have seen more emptiness, for she was travelling slightly…… Continue reading Roaming

Art and Aesthetics

Uplifting Thoughts on a Spring Night

In all the world, there is no sky more beautiful than the African sky. During the day, it is a vast concave bowl flecked with gold and snow, so vast and encompassing one may be forgiven for having a feeling of vertigo. It is even more marvellous at night because all the most interesting things…… Continue reading Uplifting Thoughts on a Spring Night

Art and Aesthetics · Death · Religion

A Poem On The Huizhong Peony Battered By The Rain

“When I wrote the Berceuse”, Chopin told me, “ I was dreaming of many things. I had just read a book from the East called the Gita. It is a religious tract that talks about life being an illusion, and how shadows are real, and how we are the reflections of what lies in the…… Continue reading A Poem On The Huizhong Peony Battered By The Rain

Art and Aesthetics

Frozen Pond

Fu[1] To The Moon That Illuminates The Frozen Pond        赋得月照冰池 “Often,” Beethoven leaned back in the armchair of the hotel café, “the urge to write is a drug. My passion justifies me… Even though  I often tear up what I have written. ” Shangyin and Beethoven were at the Shangri La Hotel in downtown Shenzhen.…… Continue reading Frozen Pond

Art and Aesthetics · Family and Friends · Religion

Painting of the Pines

Two Pages Of 40 Verses For Li Gong In Return For His Painting Of The Pines A cool dew covers ten thousand plants1 I open the scroll to reveal the old pines Everywhere the mountains are covered with a sea of green How they grow on such peaks remains to be seen? Unaided, their lonely…… Continue reading Painting of the Pines

Art and Aesthetics · Death

Poem Without a Title 20

In late March, just as the last cool winds escaped Shenzhen and bonded with the mist over the South China Sea, I soared over the streets. The dry golden leaves of a long Autumn were finally falling – perhaps the only happening in Shenzhen that was behind the times. With every violent gust of wind,…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 20

Art and Aesthetics · Death · relationships

Poem Without a Title 15

Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman who just couldn’t leave her home. Her wealthy father thought every suitor was not good enough for her and she never married. Too late, her face grew wrinkled and old. “It doesn’t matter,” she said to her weeping father. “I am changing into something else. It…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 15