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NATURE SINGING

Updated: Feb 7, 2023



I

Autumn leaves fall,

Yellow flowers sprout,

They meet on the earth.



II

It's hard sometimes to drag ourselves back to the love of morning,

But nature is stronger than us,

Birds sing before the sun rises,

Insects talk under the moonlights,

Tirelessly, day by day.





III

Yesterday night a group of winds came,

Some of them left at night,

Some stayed overnight in the village.



IV

The forest is a temple,

The trees are its columns,

We go there, bow often and pray.





V

Lingering among the Tuscany fields,

Abandon this fleeting world,

Abandon myself.

Let the moon and flowers guide me along the way,

I stop in front of these ruined spaces,

Time passed yet nothing passed.

I light a fire and make myself a cup of tea.

Firewood smoke fly high until it dissolves in the mid autumn lights.





VI

I have been to the mountain top,

I have been to the see before,

Over the crystal sea,

There are rainbows sailing.


I sleep amongst stars,

I lay on the clouds,

The night breeze whispers to the green grass,

The ringing bell kisses evening glow.


It is a big big world,

I walk alone days and nights,

This is a long long journey,

I wander through this world and i see,

Blossoms in spring, raindrops in summer,

Falling leaves in autumn, snow in winter.



VII

Sit quietly in the darkness until the lights arise by itself.

Under the love of lights, your heart opens like a pure white lotus flower.

You are the embodiment of universal love, which is a priceless gift for many others.

2022.12.22 winter solstice worship the sun



In front of the first lights of 2023 arose a strong urge to kneel down and pray.


"There are moments when I feel like the little bird in a big protective hand.

Yesterday I was a trapped bird.

Now the bird is free again and fly unhindered above everything.

Today the sun shines.

Now I'll pack my bread and be on my way. "



I wonder what's the difference between me and the sound of the wind.

I listen the wind whirling by,

But is it listening to me at the same time?

It hears my inner voice before I can hear myself.

Dear wind, please tell the secrets about me.




x Yiyun (keep updating)





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