Replacing
Running short of bulbs
I planted some root words instead
Along the fence
Of my heart
All winter
They seemed dreaming under the frozen soil
When the last dews fly away
You will see certain three-colored tulips
Blooming aloud
Towards the early summer sun
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Variation A
You are not a mountain range
That can decide how the wind blows
But you can stand firm even in a storm
You are not the moon
That can control when the ocean rises
But you can keep floating in any waters
You are not the earth
That can determine why the seasons change
But you can bear fruit under the sun
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The Artist and the Child
Seeing the sculptor working on a piece of wood
The little girl comes up and asks, surprisingly:
“How did you know there is a bird
Hidden in this chunk of wood?”
“I did not know anything to start with
But found it by following my heart, honey.”
“Will the bird fly away when you cut open the cage?”
“Sure, you will feel it flapping its wings in your heart.”
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You and Them
First, they looked but without seeing
So, you began to yell in a yellow voice
Then, they listened but without hearing
So, you cooked according to a Chinese recipe
Still, they smelt but without tasting
So, you melt yourself into spring water
Finally, they touched but without feeling
So, you began to tattoo words on your own chest
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Introspective
What kind
Of mirror
Do I have
In my mind
That has
A reflection
Looking in
At a shadow
That has a mirror
Looking in
At the reflection
That shows
Anyone but myself
When I look in
At it
Literary Tonic 