Spring Notes
Photographs have been taken perhaps to chase passed time. Childhood garden is still alive in memories. Counting the stars blinking at the edge of sky, one believes reality travels among those distant lights.
Never asked where is the origin of suffering, in the land of desert, every drop of water is precious. The world is turning at its own pace through the river of history. Shall we watch the four seasons with the smile in our eyes?
Changing, changing, changing. Time means nothing to eternity. If butterflies can find their way home, infants shall understand the meaning of monogamy. In the end, we are all parts of the One, in which we share dreams, mankind, and beyond.
Childhood garden shall be kept away from camera. Something stays within us over the years. As life continues unpredictably like the dramas on the stage, the unforgettable build the compass for the hearts.
The blinking stars are dancing in the dark sea. Two, four, eight…
—April 8, 2005—
December 17, I have been in the air, over 11,125 meters, for about 10 hours. Flying over Russia, my aircraft just passed the Arctic Ocean. Looking out from my window, ice fields like scattered puzzles spread over this vast naked land, where mankind can hardly survive. The horizon is a long flat scarlet stripe blurred among dark blue air. If purple reminds of the summer countryside in Italy, aquamarine is the fragrance from the Spring forest in southern Germany; if orange assembles all shades of the New England foliage, then here - between the Earth and sky, a spot disconnected from any continents, an ever changing point where no meteors can follow - belongs to indigo: deep, mysterious, and silent.
My laptop battery has temporarily expired. All I have is a pen and a calm mind. The sun is rising. I want to live everyday with joy. If I truly know how to “live for the moment,” I should know how to love you, yet in the same time, let you go. I guess that I am still an unenlightened one, who searches answers between “Yes” and “No.” I wish that I could have a much simpler life and always be true to myself. You still have my heart regardless all the pain. At this moment, I am no longer searching; instead I am submitted to time and space. I accept it as it is; I say, “Yes” to the beauty of life which was born from its uncertainty.
— Dec 17, 2008
