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China National Award TV Host
Poet (see publication \\\poetry.com)
International Talent in San Francisco Bay Area
Chinese Language Consultant with 5 years experience
Voice Talent & Actor, member of American Screen Actors' Guild

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Illusion

Beautiful landscape.
Ocean. Trees. Flowers.
Sky. Sunset and Stars.
Earth. Birds. Sounds.
Colors. Fragrance. Tastes.
Feelings of all kinds.

Pains. Fears. Fears of
Unknown, darkness, evil.
Fears of Death and hope.
Fears of Faith, of Love.

All knowledge.
All knowledge of skills,
Techniques, tactics,
Strategies, ways to win.
All that defined as
Wisdom, as Truth.
History, space, time.

All that aforementioned
Are illusions, and
Illusions of illusions.

Or are they?
And are there?

The reality is
This moment.
My daughter painting,
By a strawberry drink
Of orange juice.

The lights,
The clock ticking,
And my confident,
Absolute serenity.

Or is it reality?
Is there?

Be.
Yes.
Please.

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cleansing

I sit on a rock at Lands' End, watching
huge waves crush on a silent cliff.
Thump!...and thump again! Millions of spray
like happy flowers that cleanse all trivia.

I erase the dull part of college education
but keep the smell of grass on that summer's campus, the pretty daffodils
of my landlady and her bright smiles...

I erase Buddha's teachings, but keep a clear blue sky,
and pure, dazzling white clouds...

I sit on a rock at Lands' End, watching
huge waves crush on a silent cliff, pink and orange foams sobbing ashore
in sunset, and a pelican merged in its solitude and freedom.

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Poet's Confession


As a vagabond I seek peace and quiet,
but in peace and quiet I desire for the vividness
of being a vagabond.

I reflect on the meaning of Life
when faced to Death, but in tranquillity
I pursue the meaning of dying.

I focus on the abundance of Love
when I love, and realize shortness and
vacancy of Love when I have lost it.

This is just myself, and just Life.
This is just mysterious Universeand
how I feel its mystery...

All said in vain. Just as Poetry.
All done in vain. Just as Action.

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Make A Bed

Make a small bed,
Pad spongy layers
Under clean sheet,
And puffy pillows.

Warm, soft, and cozy.
As a bird’s nest,
For this short prelude
Before a dream.

Cuddle in, lie down,
Cover gentle, curl easy.
Window curtain down
Music, lamp off

Close eyes,
Breath light,
See light,
Enter light.

Stay with light,
Become light,
Be light,
Light.

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I am a tree standing here…

I am a tree standing here, nice, quiet, and alone.
I have been loved by earth, rain and light.
My leaves please others visually.
I know my bones and muscles will provide utility.

The tree that loved me was here for a long time.
She stood a few steps away, her eyes always on me,
Day and Night. She never said she loved me. But
I knew she did. And I loved her, with my silence.

She was cut down. She did not even cry.
Her leaves have pleased so many visually.
She has been loved by earth, rain, and light.
She provided her bones and muscles, for utility.

I remember her with love.
With smile, appreciation and silence.
Because, I am a tree standing here,
Nice, quiet and alone.