Friday, September 18, 2009
Journal Page and Poetry
One of my journal pages and words of poetry.
You believed in your own story,
then climbed inside it-
a turquoise flower,
You gazed past ailing trees,
past crumbling walls and rusty railings.
Your least gesture beckoned a constellation
of wild vetch, grasshoppers and stars
to sweep you into immaculate distances.
The heart may be tiny
but the world's enormous.
And the people in turn believe-
in pine trees after rain,
then thousand tiny suns, a mulberry branch
bent over water like a fishing-rod,
a cloud tangled in the tail of a kite.
Shaking off dust, in silver voices
ten thousand memories sing from your dream.
The world may be tiny
but the heart's enormous.
by Shu Ting......
Enjoy your weekend and believe in your dreams.