chungsi  

welcome

we walk this place
our feet planted to the earth
our hearts grown from the soil
our life nurtured through love—

so it is.

with the world as our playground
we find fun with the forgotten
and fill the abandoned with laughter,

we grow over our oldest ancestors
and sprout up—pushed
by a history on the fringes of memory.

so we are, as children,
loved by the earth
and beckoned by the green and the breathing

to this place



reclaimed

her heart squeezed, tightened, quickened her breath. she couldn't look away; every second added another drop to an overflowing cup of awe. every beat was painful and pleasant; every intake filled her with desire, every exhale moved her to action.

her fingers twitched restlessly while her feet stood rooted.

she ingrained every colour, every sound, every flicker of light, to memory.

she called it love.

the green and the breathing were calling her name.

a whispering beckon; a faint cry.

it came from beyond the mountains. beyond the faded blue-greens that rose to caress the soft clouds and to kiss the cold sky. it came from that place of blurred blues turned deep purple, where the trees become indistinct edges, and eagles fly as the kings of their sky.

epilogue

the reclaimed is where the wisdom of the world grows over and into the remnants of humanity; where the green and the breathing sing their ancient pasts into the dirt and soil, once again; where the abandoned are filled with new life.

to me, the green and the breathing is all life on earth, and everything is alive and singing.

I hope you enjoyed the journey...

may we one day meet again.