Yue Xing Yitkbel Wang
The Boundless Ocean of the Void: My Chalice of the East and West By: Yue Xing Yitkbel Wang Friday, February 28, 2020 11:39 p. m. -I live, breathe, it seems Awake in a dream Memories ail and fade I take naught away But my soul never strays My soul and love's aches Only these two of the same Could cross over the gate- The old men in the desert Seek chalices not water The old men in the desert Among grains of gold falter The old men in the desert Frantically climbing upon one another Failing hands towards the celestial river The old men in the desert Suffocate in reach of height of matter Wind sweeps dust, falls the ladder The old men in the desert Their desperate faces fade and alter A short deluge of ashes and dust later The marks of the old men in the desert Were found still a few mirages further Dissipated near the translucent border "Only fools believe in unseeable water!" They proclaimed louder and louder Till thirst conquered them and only Silence, the presence of absence lingers Like the shadow that deathly cowers When the light tears all slumber asunder Rising in the East to empty my cup Lowering it in the West to runneth over: The Chalice of Life and Being Is only a momentary timely vessel For the absence of plentiful Within without to hold The clear, transparent Truth of Water Unbreakable Across the labyrinth of shadows Till we safely reach home The Boundless Ocean of the Void Where it is not devoid of anything But could ceaselessly hold All -Beyond time and space
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