“Although ill health is one of the unavoidable conditions of man, truly it is hard to bear.”
“Excellent” said Lord Wen-hui. “I have heard the words of Cook Ting and learned how to care for life!”
“What can I say?
Laughing sounds dumb.
Crying also sounds dumb.
Not laughing and not crying still sound dumb.”
He wasn’t a toddler anymore, he was a little boy, his brown, curly hair messy and his eyes sparkling…
and then he breaks all the windows
and stands the shards in the snow
all around my heart
so that I run into them
as I grope in the dark
I felt both peaceful and moved, sad and hopeful, and with a very old emotion, thought something you don’t say to someone you have just met.
“The substance of the man who wrote the poem reaches far out into the darkness and the poem is his whole body, seeing with his ears and his fingers and his hair.”
Can’t you feel the wind that loves you, that has followed you all the way here, that waits for your very word to caress, to whip, to play, or to scourge?
But peace wasn’t common. More common was desperation, grief, anger, restless desire to go home…