Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thinking about moving
is always a weaving of
sorrow and excitement.
A new life, augmented
by memories of the last
one, becomes a sort of reincarnation.
Early on, I discovered
that all places were the
same in that our reflection
is the same, no matter
where the mirror is hanging out.
Today we sold one piece
of furniture and loaded it into a van.
It has been part of our life
for many years and its place
is already taken by another piece.
Are we cold and ruthless to let go
of so much before our spaceship launches?
Xiushan said, "What can you do about the world?" Dizang said, "What do you call the world?"