my fragile sword against nightmare's word
if you dare to mock better learn first to walk
after all
who doesn't want to be the moon
rather than a fading star?
The moon above the wooden beams
a maiden’s doubtful dreams
the white orchid’s fragrance
like a sigh from a karmic balance
a slender jade figure standing on the hill
this night brought a dangerous thrill
a breath and a silent cry
what a lovely but lonely bride!
the nightingale’s first fly
alas! You can only fall from such a height
dedicate a song to thee
the spring is not – yet – free
but splendid!
Soon, we will have an autumn’s crazy spree
under the dying pomegranate tree
I secretly wipe its tears
not daring expose my own fears
though here I am longing to taste
morning's mist silver dew
desired to see thru a crane's view
Maria Rodopoulou
Happy Autumn Season
Blesses to you all
a kindly reminder
there are several stages
in choices for human beings
but I can really think of 3 mainly 'choices'
1. A life thru a base stage. Meaning giving in
to schemes and cunning and deception and depression,
miserable death at the end
2. A Life thru mediocre stage. Bowing, scraping
and with a heart full of hate and regret,
miserable death at the end
3. A life in benevolence stage. All included
in one global phrase "Do not do to others
what you wouldn't want happen to you"
All living creatures must die for ensuring
the circle of life, but at the end you will
have no regrets and the last breath is colored
with a full, good, happy life
Good energy returns to universe,
a bless for humanity, after all
painting by He Jianying
under the full moon
misty jasmine fragrance sleeps on her dark eyebrows
like sparrow-feather dreams celebrating an autumn night
