My Japanese drummer all painted blue ink torso tapestries of holy indigo
Skin labyrinth linked mythologies
Eyes as big as tea cups
Intense with wild fermented satchels of tenderness
The autumn showers its devotion on shadowed mountains as hair spills on bare shoulders
And so began October.
Beat your drum seated above the throng
Throned and seated before the temple drum
Unclothed your suit of armor,suit of ardor
The army of ancient oceanic mariners all adorned with blue.
The golden, colossal Buddha looks pre-Pharaonic,ancient as herculean as Babel
Yet its just a recent incarnation of an older Minotaur champion
Silky Tauren golden calf april Fool idolatry
Blasphemy transcended into non-attached sensuality.
Anchor yourself a season, a lifetime, or more
Either way I'm content as the lotus flower loses its petal blossoms
Seed studded semi-aquatic mystery
Finding roots on its own drowned shore.
About Me
- Kathy (杜 言 艷)
- I just returned back to the States after 11 years in Taiwan with my daughter. Taiwan is an excellent base for us explore Asia, while living in relative (gun free) safety, while benefiting from a cheap and efficient national health care system. The people are amazing too. I have Taiwanese friendships that are 20 years old and I'm always making new ones! My coworker here in CO is from Taiwan.
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