In sweet gardens each lily bright and shine, How they did spring, bud, bloom, wither and die? oftentimes, the past is just a breath away, what has named invisible is a floating sonata, persisting softly on trotting a memory awaiting, as if we'd live to all Eternity with all becoming. Yet there's no words found to describe this majesty, Vast, positive and illuminating the sky is and you are, Like quiet melody echos and echoing in distant glitter, I know that I am thinking of you, Love.
The Poet’s Journal:
These days, I live at a peaceful and steady pace and my only occupation, which I set for myself as my New Year’s resolution, is only to live my daily life.
Starting last week, I have partnered with Die ( A talented Chinese dancer) working on new dance projects that are about to take shape with new learning experiences and creative experiments. The video below documented the very beginning stage of making a site-dance. It’s not a dance video. Could you guess what we were doing there? 🤪😅🌸