![]() Immanence: a Sonnet about Zen/Chan 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 Zen Secret about Happiness Less = more, as many know it But few can do this calculation in deed: Whereby you can maximize your happiness By reducing your desires to the minimum As the denominator of your inner life set Against your outer existence; in other words Happiness = haves / wants A Puti Poem: Meditating Imagine Just imagine Sitting under a tall pipal On a vast stretch of prairies Where you are transformed, transforming Your entire physical being Into the little marigold in front of you Then, the running stream water The gliding bird The drifting cloud The morning light The summer sky Where you are The universe Where the universe Is you Present : for Qi Hong Where yin and yang run into each other Where the Atlantic and the Pacific meet Where a fallen leaf is blown up and flies like a bird Where she reveals her fair and shapely shoulders to you Where a pile of scrambled words assemble themselves into a line Where an ant tries to cross a crack i in the cemented pavement Where you hide the fragments of a collaged photo of you two Where he enters to make love while she is talking dirty with you Now is the moment where to fulfil your selfhood with mindfulness Awakening as a stony statue sitting still under a tremendous tree my inner self fallen into a deep doze while i travel around all the time trying to find the right path through the thorny bushes leading to the hill top a large flock of nameless birds held in their unsinging mouths a hundred rainbow flowers following me in the smiling sky as if to escort my journey home or ready to celebrate my birthday the second i see my naked self all the birds and flowers are gone except the big shadowless tree standing against the serenity of skies 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. |
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