"Meditation on Qixi Festival" - A Poem
Author: Joey Zhou
Note: It’s hard to sleep at 3:30am in the morning. When I opened the door, there was no wind, no rain, no moon. There were only faint stars, and one bright star that appeared to be moving in the southwest corner of the night sky. I thought it was a UFO, so I snapped my fingers and went back to the living room to write this poem.
No wind, no rain, no moon
Sleepless is the hardest to rest,
Flickering and appearing if there is
If there is no love, the love will end,
Smell the scent of gardenia
Feel that things are impermanent
Thinking back to the thousand-year-old red dust
Read for a moment
A piece of tenderness and sweetness
Reverted to a thousand knots of heart.
Come to snap your fingers, and dream mountain and rivers again.
Written in Los Angeles on 8/13/2021 at 3:30am