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Entries in Hue (3)

Tuesday
Aug092011

Hue

The House of the Artist at Night with 12 Emotions.

30 word breaths whisper leaves turning color,

invisible memory dialects dance mysteries,

open hand women embroider,

30 tourists with guidebooks in wheelchairs

behind a white haired woman in a rickshaw dawns attention spans,

30 single minded awareness diamond minded white butterflies flutter,

Perfume Rivers flow women laughing at unknown potentials,

30 singing girls on 30 bikes under 30 trees on 30 paths,

30 lightning bolts escape 30 clouds inside 30 central nervous systems. three o

 

Thursday
Aug132009

Jumping Thunder

"Find whatever freedom it is that you need or whatever freedom from need that you seek" - a post on Hanoian from a writer in the Botanical Garden. Everyone lives in their personal garden, visible, secret, serene and portable.

Now then. From the notebook extolling recent Hue travel. On our first afternoon in Hue, Joe, Andi, Isabella and I walked to the Citadel. It sits along the Perfume River, long walled enclosures. It's huge with many exhibits, temples and rooms filled with photographs, art objects and paintings. Old images show an arena where they staged fights between elephants and tigers. 

It rains heavy and the girls disappear. Joe and I take shelter under a pagoda roof with a young couple.

She teaches poetry. Joe asks her to tell us a poem. Thunder. Lightning. She jumps. Rain pours on fields, old marbled stone stones, inside green. Initially she is shy, then she recites a poem. It is musical and mysterious. It is about love, about two people missing each other. Her voice is strong. She feels this poem through her, it is her life, history, all the stories and songs and poetry she learned growing up surrounded by friends and family.

She gets into it. Her voice is an angel. Her melody, rhythm and voice flow as the thundering rain and lightning flashes and dances.

We applaud her performance. She is retiring, relieved. Joe and I perform "Singing In The Rain," for them, circling around stone pillars, twirling with the words, feeling the music. Rain dance. They laugh.

The intensity of the rain slows down and we all walk through the drizzle. Say farewell.

The sun comes out, reflecting diamond light on stones inside shallow water pools. Deep dark blue skies fill the air above mountains. The sun drenched fields are an amazing brilliant shade of green.

We walk over the bridge, over the river.

Metta.

 

Saturday
Aug012009

Augustus Firstus

Greetings,

A heavy rain greeted train SE4 arriving in Ha Noi at 0544 this morning. I rolled out of the upper berth, said farewell to the parents with two little girls dressed like elves in purple prose and hit the bricks. The area was swarming with taxi hustlers and motorcycle drivers.

The last 10 days were celebrated in Hue, Hoi An and points in between. The food was excellent; landscapes, temples, pagodas and ancient historical artifacts were inspiring; however, as in all travels, it's always the people, the amazing diversity of characters who make it real, alive and meaningful.

Finished reading The Road...

Now on The Time Traveler's Wife...

I am a time traveler without a wife.

I edit 500 images and journal words.

Follow your heart.

Metta.