Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me to the merciful sky in safe obscurity, and deliver my every breath to the beloved, Tell him freely all the insolence of my heart’s calamity: Broken prophecies, filial disobedience and bruised dreams… No longer I can bear the whips and scorns of times in secrecy. Yet neither I can justify such honesty an outrageous fortune, nor have I ever proven myself a kind lover in slightest hint. But there will be a time for everyone, my friends, Like the last hues of this benevolent autumn, Harvested are the patient merits of life’s beautitude.
Poet’s Week Journal:
This week, dramas continued in my professional life in Philadelphia, which I rather not to elaborate at this moment. Nevertheless, I am much relieved that life is starting to slow down her pace for me a bit and allowing me to finally settling in my current residency. I am also grateful to my new community which has been giving me much needed supports.
One thing that I keep reminding myself these days is not to waste my energy on others’ senseless dramas, but to concentrate fully on my current project. Some lovely readers have asked about my studies. To make it short and understandable, I study and research ritual process and efficacy, esp in relation to temple dance (the embodiment and enactment of religion). This field has not been well-investigated before and I hope to bring some scholarly awareness to it.
Many years ago, when I expressed my interest in pursuing PhD studies in Buddhism to my family, I was serious. Yet I was considered ‘odd and mad’ and unfortunately, I let them talk me out of it. Looking back today, I am amazed by how the heart always fights her way back to honor a true self. There will be wrong turns and dead ends, there will prejudice and ignorance, but remember that we are on a divine appointment together and trust the journey wholeheartedly. The time will come! The time will come! and we’ve got to keep that faith! 💕🥳