Tuesday, May 19, 2015

A feather in the wind

By X. Z. Shao
A feather in the wind
going up and down
here and there
at the end of Forrest Gump,
if you can drive home
that message,
and live accordingly,
without any pretending,
without a conscious trying,
without a slight awareness
of your being imitating it,
you will be able to know
yearnings of all hearts,
languages of all beings
animate or not,
and wonders of all objects,
from burning sun
to the dust under your feet.


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