Endless

The memories, of the moments you’d shared, with friends, now all came, back to your, mind, translated…

With a man, a mast, a lake before me, the verses from the ancient texts came surfacing up to my mind.  The wind blew, the ripples on the water, with the song of Chun-Yao sung aloud: “I will flow downstream, finding her tracks, but I’d, found that the tracks had, disappeared, she’d, stood, in the midst, of the water.”

Nope, it’s a man, who’s, standing there, on the water.

Yes, and I’d, expected on, on that May afternoon, a pair of my close friends came.  The cement dock by the lake, I’d, led them down, stood at the end, like how the planes had, glided, to this place, the three of us can, step onto the water, and get, carried away, by the wind it seemed, and get, carried into, the vast, nothingness.

and here’s the photograph that came attached to this article, courtesy of UDN.com

And the most, descriptive of life is still, Chou’s poem:

On that Boat, with the Boat in the Water, the Water, on the, Endlessness

The Endless, Existed, in My, Sudden Bliss, and Sudden Sorrow

~~~Meng-Dieh Chou (On the Ferry)

Thoughts in, Nostalgia.

And so, this, is a sort of, a memorial, of something that’s already gone, that you’d, missed very much but can’t get it back again, and all you have, were the moments in your memories, that you can go back to, to reminisce as you wanted to…