Salmonlilies

Moments of poetry. Fragments of philosophy.

  • Su Shi on Wang Wei

    味摩诘之诗，诗中有画；观摩诘之画，画中有诗.

  • at each encounter of poetry

    I wish I have the power to tell why poetry but I am too often seized by ‘what is the matter’ when at each encounter, I have much less left to say than before. Is it to excuse myself that it is you that don’t want to be said at all; or is it to…

  • the continuity

    is when: if only this will not end. that this should not end. that i don’t want this to end. that i will go on and pursue this no-end, not to end. (the rest is not my problem)

  • Note to myself from a year ago in Portugal (sent by post by a kind friend)

  • the frame of YOU

    you call me the Rose, says the Rose but if you know my real name – I would wither at once the surfaces that we are what’s underneath?unknowingly the other, as such. Once seen, would scatter. I will always remember the memory of Rose who is not your real name.

  • Random poem #7

    ‘in the woods over there deeply buried in snow, last night a few branches of plum-tree burst out in bloom.’ (a Chinese poet)

  • a flower poem

    just when you thought you had grasped your meaning through it it reveals its frailty a hug that stuns you with loneliness as soon as it shuns leaves you wanting （reading 秋风词, 李白)

  • On learning

    learning to swim or learning a foreign language means composing the singular points of one’s own body or one’s own language with those of another shape or element, which tears us apart but also propels us into a hitherto unknown and unheard-of world of problems. To what are we dedicated if not to those problems…

  • a journey

    It starts from a seed. 1) I do not have a name or a future for this seed. I let the seed be, not knowing it is something or nothing. 2) I give it a time. 3) I and the seed together experience that which we do not know is to become (or not). Our…

  • Stardust

    Their brightness has traveled, continues to travel across the universes. But it is impossible to conceive these shining stars will die. Here is a lack of ability or availability to pronounce: we ancestors of Immanence (?) is not linear or historical or grammatical. bursts of signless… Silence Some stars shining now have long been gone.