Again, Looking Forward in Quietude
I am biting time in darkness I am biting darkness in time, silently Counting the stars high above the double- Glazed skylight of my mind, waiting For the day to break again with just another Happy surprise popping up on the small screen Such as a greeting from my lost first love An acceptance email from a magazine editor A report about the vaccine against the virus A green color twinkling across American markets A quiet morning on the Indian-Pakistan Frontline, all among other little exciting Possibilities while Darkness is biting me in time, & Time biting me in darkness, silently The Third Ear With this gaxy ear, one can clearly hear The gurgling passion circulating wildly Within your veins, the whims bubbling On the bog of her consciousness, the heart Beat of a new black hole, the whispers From tri-colored tulips in a secret garden The melody of a muted peak among Rocky Mountains, the rhythms of fresh sprouts Shooting from the spring soil, the laughter of A distant streamlet from glaciers, the calls of A blue whale jumping out of the heart of The Pacific, the songs of the autumn sunlight Glimmering at a cloud’s edge, the chore of A whole universe parallel to our own, yes Indeed, in the depth of darkness, among Fragmented silences, from pink noises Simply beyond human hearing, I can hear Any & all such sounds, only if I want to Between Slices of Silence You went there in your old age An empty bottle on the roadside Heard a demon & an angel, as clearly Heard a transliterated call from a blue whale Made on the other side of this planet a light-year ago Like a dead star; heard a rambling murmur from between The lines about poetry, buried deep amidst big clouded data An echo Agonies of aesthetics, pleasures of pain Noises as many as songs, pink, blue, white Applauses from the Congress to declare war Muted thunders in the hearts of popular silences Wailing over losses of love & the beloved, together with All the other sounds sucked into you-r-bottle, much like the one Monkey King borrows to hide the entire sky. What I say is, you can Hear everything, even Nothing on the roadside, absorbing them all, like The Secret of Sound Music is the only artifact That can penetrate all the darkness Of last night to warm a human heart Like sunlight While its anticipatable Rhythms resonate with our pulse Its looming melody reaches into The depth of our soul, massaging our Entire innerbeing with all its tenderness Immanence It will set our mind in permanent peace, the idea That the soul has plenty of afterlives after our Bodily death, or survives our physical being Within the shape of trouble of misery. For each Selfhood there is a seed of anti-self that keeps Growing until it becomes perfectly identified with Our old selves. By the same token, each fortune is Off-set by a misfortune; each failure, suffering Chaos, emptiness by success, bliss, order and Fulfillment. Just as yin keeps seeking the balance With yang or the other way around, the opposites Will be unified in the immanence as in permanence Since each absence is a transitory state of presence Why not fill our hearts with peace and harmony? Do U Hear It? From the heart of the Pacific Far beyond the Pandemic A Mobi Dick is screaming As if to keep its throat clear Or it would be choked to Death with parcels of plastics Stillness in between: for Helena Qi Hong As night Falls Can day Catch it From the other Side of This world? Meanwhile The broken heart Is being Caressed by All the fingers Of starlight As tender as Illuminating Yuan Changming started to learn the English alphabet at age nineteen and published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations and 13 chapbooks (most recently E.dening) besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-2017), BestNewPoemsOnline & Poetry Daily, among 1949 others, across 48 countries. Yuan served on the jury and was nominated for Canada’s National Magazine Awards (poetry category). Currently, Yuan is working on his first (hybrid) novel Edening. |
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