Butterfly Nose

Stone path
White yellow butterfly
Hello
Flutter wings
Dancing air
Touches nose
Ah ha

Language river
Brown life highway
Mountain silent
Clouds fly around
Here we go

Brown orange
Butterfly
Escapes rain
Resting
On Kroma rainbow
Cloth

Orange brown
Butterfly lands on forehead
Feelers probe eyebrow, scalp, ear
Skin
Massage
Sit still as a mountain

Still mountain
Flowing river
Sky dancer
Sitting still
Breath rain

She sent a bamboo forest
Poem heart
From Australia (summer)
To Laos (rainy season)

 Clouds dance mountainsButterfly rainbows
Avoid spider webs
 
Under rafters
Parents teach spinning art
Wait until you feel the vibration
Rush down
Grab your struggling meal
Haul it into darkness
 
Upstream brown
Nam Ou sings
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a
Dream

 
A French tourist takes a GPS
Reading
We are lost he tells his wife
Crying in the rain
You will never see
Your precious cat
Again
 
Butterfly swoops
Eardrum brush
Sky mind nature
Original
 
It's not a gamble
It's an investment
Upriver
Weaving village Supjam
Cotton, silk

Dressed in cloud
Mountain celebrates
Luminous forests
Blossoming

The Temple of the Divine Madman

Bhutan
Druk Yul - Land of the Thunder Dragon
Keep it raw
Human flourishing
Eudaimonia

Under this mask, another mask.
I will never be finished removing all these faces.

Wandering river mystic wind
Rhythm of world
Dances
No fear
Expanding joy
Contentment
Laughter therapy

Jump out of your skin
Backwards
Dream

Mind-stream transmission
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
 
Cloud carries
East weight
Wind
Around green granite
Mountains
Singing
Here we come

 Brown Nam Ou riverDeveloping strength
Flowing south from China
Phongsali, Muang Kieu
Karst
Sang
Bring it on
I am thirsty
 
Cloud
Dumped wet cold slashing
H2O
Wait
Stay longer said Nam Ou
I need you
Yes said Cloud
I pass through
Dressing mountains
I dance with Wind-spirits
 
Tiger butterfly
Guards stone entrance
Kisses wing sky
 
The map is not the
Territory
Linguistic syntax interpretation
Cloud dresses mountain

past nine mountains
river brown paints
 
Yellow butterfly waves
hello farewell
Return soon breath wing
Blues harp C key
Luminous magic

Long mud road south
River, villages, mountains
Green all green
Rice paddies luminous

A farmer walks
through strong luminous
green
rice paddies
his life
 
See with soft eyes
Five weeks on river
Ling's passion
Caress reunion
Ease down slow
 
Sweet smiling sorrow
Laughter's delight
Gentle calm way

 
Mountains clouds river
Butterflies
Wave farewell
Thank you for visiting
Good luck to you and your family
Passing through

A Poem from Du Fu to Li Bai

Greetings,

杜 甫 Du Fu
To Li Bai at the Sky Send

A cold wind blows from the far sky....
What are you thinking of, old friend?
The wildgeese never answer me.
Rivers and lakes are flooded with rain.
...A poet should beware of prosperity,
Yet demons can haunt a wanderer.
Ask an unhappy ghost, throw poems to him
Where he drowned himself in the Milo River.

Du Fu's cottage in Chengdu where he lived in 760 during the Tang Dynasty for four years. It has three simple rooms; one for sleeping, cooking and writing. His writing room consists of a chair, desk and cup with an ink brush.

Known as the "Poet-Historian," and "Poet-Sage," Du Fu's influence has been compared to Shakespeare, Virgil, Milton, and Wordsworth. His work influenced the Japanese poet Matsuo Basho in the 17th century.

Kenneth Rexroth described Du Fu as, "the greatest non-epic, non dramatic poet who has survived in any language", and commented that, "he has made me a better man, as a moral agent and as a perceiving organism."

Peace.

The Formula

Greetings,

Red star flags catch wind above golden dragons nestled near crude rough red brick home boxes. Red balloons trailing yellow slips dance, trapped and held by rusting iron wires leading to a basketball hoop waiting for a net to catch a delicious fish

swallowing dust as sad-eyed freshmen drag their suitcases filled with dirty clothes home to mother where, in her undying love, she will scrub them on the 14 gray cement outdoor sink steps inside a cold reality smiling, knowing, feeling her daughter inside her again, inside her womb, her throbbing music of calloused hands scrubbing dreams

dreams of a simple day and time hearing melodious silver tubed chimes and a violin's laughter forming a voice, distant yet clear, forgotten yet remembered as the mother slows down to examine a thread - dancing colors blend her blood, speaking in long babel tongues as a soft morning wind greets star flags, singing new sensations...

Peace.

A butterfly translates a few sounds

Greetings,

To S, the dream poet girl in Chengdu,

after completing
a four day fast
and cleansing -
water, green tea, herbal tea,
ginseng with hot water

healing from the top down and inside out
the body adjusts in a natural rhythm,
diverting essential chemicals
from digestive to immune system
calm, focused, alert and quiet

he drifted into green
nature zone daily
sitting

a black butterfly wearing
purple on wing
edges
lands close
as he sits
near water

an invisable human is chopping
down small trees
in deep forest to collect kindling

they will tie it with fibers,
hoist it onto their shoulders

leave tangled memory,
along thick red dust road
toward home

the butterfly translates a few sounds

it dances away
circles over ferns, rocks, slag, abused soil,
hovers
lights
close by

in a resting state

Peace.