Saturday, August 13, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Perhaps one should leave them to rest. Venturing out on the Island is not for the faint hearted. Except a few villagers gathering around their usual Temple place, engulfed deeply into their daily Da-Mahjong games, no other soul in sight.
Almost an eerie feeling overcomes me ; in solitude I wander down the path in the sunken jungle of thick, dense Bamboo forest, no sound but the cracking of undergrowth, and branches above the rain saturated soil. At an instance I pause, was there not a faint sound, almost a whisper I hear ?
I stand in silence, listening to the distant whispers. Spoken in an unfamiliar Mandarin, I cannot make out. I am in the middle of the Bamboo thicket that stretches from one side of the island to the other.
The rain is drizzling down on me, leaves scratching, as I move towards the sounds, slowly, trying to avoid to create any noise.
Meanwhile realizing that I have lost track of all directions, with all lush green around me. Flashes of memories from a time gone by come to my mind, sedans and people, dressed in ancient attire, with guards marking in front an back. Tiny, yet immaculate, faces of the past, could they be Ehuang and Nvying ?
Suddenly, as it came, the whispers have stopped. Shivering, the cold, wet surrounding, some miles away from all human dwellings, stumbling across the thicket, lost in thoughts – lost in time.
For a second – a faint shimmer of light filtering through the foliage. No trail, no footpath, still hearing the faint sounds, far away in the hills that surround the Bamboo, junshandao the Island of the lost souls.
Unaware - my premonition - returning to the spot where Emperors landed thousands of years ago, Dongtinghu, its waters come into vision, its shores stretching 100 s of square miles, far away the Imperial Fleet guarding the oncoming vessel carrying Emperor Shun and his entourage. Faint the silhouettes of Ehuang and Nvying, in vain attempt to make out their husbands, who were left on the island. Almost visible sadness, heartache overcoming the imperial concubines, giving in to fate.
Dongtinghu, tales of the lost souls
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The reason that can be reasoned is not the ever-one Reason
The name that can be named is not the ever-one Name,
Nameless, it is the mainspring of the Cosmos
Named, it is mother matrix of Nature.
So be without desire
to behold its inner enigma
And be within desire
to behold its outer image.
The two are paired: enigma, image
Emerging the same,
Diverging in name.
Their sameness is the riddle
Riddled dark with riddles,
The entryway to outright enigma.
Tao te Ching
Credits: A.Z. Freeman - translations