I Am My Own Mother, My Daughter and My Self

the entire universe is in me,

where would i go?

inward, outward, backward, forward....
i am in a perpetual swirling dervish dance.

paupers & vagabonds, kings & queens,
i have lived all ecstasy, in a dream

that lasted merely millisecond,
and i landed still on my own palm,

my fingers were petals on a lotus flower,
that was dreamed of by a whisper

a whisper that was revealed in THE POEM--
i am my own mother, my daughter and my Self.

05.29.2010wenwenlin

Murmur of the Pearl Beads

murmur of the pearl beads

murmur of the pearl beads

it’s a toad, it's a prince

It’s the thin ice,

it’s the high, the low

and the treading in between

it’s the island in the desert

and the jumping on the last car

before the train leaves the station

it’s the yes, it’s the no

it’s the eyes of a blind man

a promise to life?

it's the cocacola bottle,

falling from the sky,

a divine wonder--

or a divine joke?

it is the desert bushman, barefooted

walking to the edge of the world

to search for the sea within himself

it’s the petit apres-midi ennui

the waking up between airplane lags,

it’s the changing of hotel rooms

it’s a string of pearl beads

murmuring on the neck ……..

it’s the dream, the little betrayal

of the pillow and the sheet;

and the shedding of you and me

it’s a trap, a place to rest

it’s the stubborn shadow

it’s the rope or the snakes

it’s the kiss of a vampire prince

it’s the murmur, it’s the promise

it's the bite of the apple

from the talking trees......

a prince? a snake?

behold the rope!

the murmur, the joke

the icing on the shadow,

the little annoyance

the stones with no tears

a dream of no toads

a new open road…….