Our Species: A Bio-Note of Homo Sapiens
So, we distinguished ourselves as
Bipedalists eating cooked foods
So, we’ve become frenzy
Makers of all types of waste
So, we will immigrate to
Mars after ruining Earth
So, we are a unique species
The only storied creatures
(So, in a sense, our inner
Sense has no innocence)
Birthplacing
Having nothing better to do, I kill
Time by looking at a traditional
Chinese painting on my iPad
Much enlarged, it appears like
A plain sheet of rice paper
Smeared with ink. I view it
In the presence of bonsai; I
Drop several thick strokes to the floor
Of history, leaving a few fine lines
Behind the sofa, & failing
To catch a colorless corner
Between black and white
It is a landscape newly relocated
Into my heart’s backyard. Then I sit
On my legs, meditating about there
Being no light in the picture, no
Shadow of anything, no perspective
As in hell. Isn’t this the art of seeing?
Seeing Is Simply Being: for Helena Qi Hong
1/ Your Features
Between my two dark pupils
Exists an unseen black hole, where
I hide my entire inner being, which
Sucks all the rays
Emitted from your body as I keep
Gazing at you
With an enlightened heart
2/ Your Expressions
Lighter than the light music of moonlight
Your smiles shine through the darkest moment
Of last night
While your gaze, softer
Than the soft power of raindrops
Penetrates the hardest stone
Within my heart
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