Wellness

      

By Yuan Changming

Mindful Moment for Spiritual Wellness   No intruding of any kind No trespassing into the scene Except the exit of last sound, last image From this inner stage. No apparition of A single feel or memory, as if In an intended senior moment indefinitely Stretched, when my inner being dissolves fully Into the outbeing.                            Now the sky is free of clouds as My sense of selfhood keeps growing, bit by bit Slowly but surely, until I become the universe &             The universe becomes me The Third Ear: an Audio Therapy   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 One Luxurious Way to Relax   During a night storm Try to stay awake Listen, listening  With your innermost ears To the rain drops hitting the roof the doors, the windows  Of your entire selfhood Like a flock of pigeons from heaven Coming to perch above your head Their wings shining with moonlight Their sweet beaks Pecking constantly At every string Within your soul  Elixir for Insomnia   Stop counting ants or elephants Stop twisting and turning on your bed But get your entire selfhood ready To receive, with all your tenderness The big blue dewdrop from heaven Letting it melt your brains into a stream Flow from your head to your toes Slowly More slowly Most slowly As it cleanses, cooling down Melting your vertebral column One section at a time Until all you brain cells Become ready to evaporate Like the dews at the leaf tip Towards the morning sun Gathas: The Art of Relaxing in a Frantic World   Take away Better to put off The fire under the cauldron Of your boiling consciousness   In the deepest valley of night When the water within your mind cools down Growing as still as the lake water of autumn It will reflect the most distant stars In their celestial essence Even the sun ready to rise From the other side of the world Until your entire inner universe Becomes a tiny Lightspot of Chan     Another Way to Stop Anxiety   As the Fraser River keeps trying to Draw the entire Pacific ocean Into the hearts of Vancourites A little tugboat is pulling A huge barge Full of unseen cargo Into the little harbour When you watch it with your mind’s eyes   Or when you go astray in your dream     Noon Jogging   already i am tired so terribly tired of running running alone along this less traveled path quite rugged rough and seeming endless but i have to keep moving past heavy shades wild flowers and some strangers or i would never be able to catch up with my own soul rolling echolessly     Masking Up   to my surgeon in charge my puffed piggy face is just another common case       of allergic reaction to sensitive cefazolin for my wife still with her appendix       intact close to her idle womb this face has all its wicked wrinkles       ironed out, every caved-in surface was evenly filled or dressed up indeed, it looks younger, more attractive       and even sexier, as if it had gone through a perfect plastic surgery but nobody except my old self in this world of fret and frenzy       suffering alone from the pink itchiness as I long for the return of my own face not handsome but authentic enough Living a Posthumous Life   The moment it is confirmed I could die any moment of my newly Discovered heart disease, I began to Perceive a dull wall between my senses And the world around me   I write, so I still am, but this distance Or lack of feeling of immediacy Has caused me to die Well before my heart stops beating Like a dripping tab     Bio: Yuan Changming co-edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan. Writing credits include 16 chapbooks, 12 Pushcart nominations for poetry and 3 for fiction besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline and 2129 other publications across 51 countries. A poetry judge for Canada's 44th National Magazine Awards, Yuan began writing and publishing fiction in 2022. His debut novel Detaching, 'silver romance' The Tuner and short story collection Flashbacks are all available at Amazon, his duology Edening due out in 2026.