Sunday, April 12, 2015

A Tribute to J. R. R. Tolkien

By X. Z. Shao

A withdrawn, pensive mind,
a milk sea being churned,
a source of all existence,
there is no greater ecstasy
than the divine creation.
Moon and Sun swing to the sky,
mountains pop up,
rivers carved meander,
phoenixes fly, heroes march forth,
all vicissitudes and vignettes
of myriad creatures unfold.
There are beauties
and striders of royal lineage,
elves and small people
performing deeds
that dazzle your eyes.
There is an origin of evil
that upsets love and peace
designed with best intentions,
and it bristles up tsunamis
and pounds on human dwellings.
There are scenes
which seem to be segments
of my previous life
in which love, trust, friendship,
compassion and art
are not eroded by dirty boons.
There are places so warm
that they seem to be primal wombs
or dream homes where I should be,
but never exist.   


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