Saturday, December 28, 2024

Li Po and His Sightless Dolphin

When the countless admirers and readers of Li Po

look at the moonlight—do they see the self-same frost?

Refers to Li Po’s Thoughts on a Quiet Night

 

Only a small numinous breed of poets

carries in them that stillness of the night

that allows them to hear a soul’s whisper

nearby—by casting a gaze on far-off stars,

 

in a way similar to Li Po, one of the two

China’s greatest masters in this seer’s art

and one born where now is Kyrgyzstan.

But how else to hear and how else to tap

 

into that otherwise always present and

close and ever-uninterrupted occurrence,

welling into unobstructed Heaven’s paths

 

when all else is asleep or numb and down?

And in that vein Li Po left his little note:

lunar light is frost which to embrace is to die.

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

USA at the End of the Year of 2024

 

Right after she had me

seated on the chair,

the cutter briefed me

on the State of the Union

 

she swiftly summarized

in this pithy apothegm:

“In America, no one wants

to have children anymore

 

because of the high costs

of raising them these days.”

Besides, her thirty-year-old

son dates only older women

 

who have children already,

and her daughter who is 24

doesn’t want the burden

of caring—for her own child.