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China Jon's Syncretic Journal

An American in China

August 2007

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a lonely ten thousand more

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My guest has gone with a carefree sigh,
and breezes swirl fragrant garden flowers.
Around the patio their fallen petals lie,
to be washed away by evening showers.

I have not the heart to sweep them away.
Their beauty soon enough disappears.
Like Spring like summer like an autumn day,
their luster will pass, though stained with tears.

Near my home is a shopping mall
with goods from near and far.
Window shoppers both short and tall
seek jackets and scarves and cinnabar.

Such lovely girls walk past my tower
but none of them can wear my heart
pinned to her breast like a yellow flower.
No, my love is of a deeper art.

Gone, my Queen of the Autumn Wind
who’s trumpeters play all night.
Their triumph sings to the breaking dawn
of a new day filled with glorious light.

Her Autumn fragrance lingers still
and weeping willows whisper her name.
Both soft green moss where dew drops spill
and summer breezes share her fame.

There is a statue with tears in its eyes,
Standing near an ice blue sea.
And clouds of pink wander azure skies
but know not when she’ll return to me.

Bronze tears upon a bronze face
will never be redeemed -
A leaden heart can be saved by grace
but not by the siren’s song.

Such pitiful withered orchids lie
upon the field where lovers danced
beneath a moonlit lover’s sky.
At the others the lovers glanced,
not believing that love could die.

Heaven has a feeling heart,
yet a thousand years have passed.
Lapping waves have kissed the shore
waiting for a love to last,
for a lonely ten thousand more.

It’s true that the moon’s grown old.
It sleeps in desolation.
It’s true what you hear it tales untold
but it’s no consolation.

The stone bridge took me roaming
though the wind was cutting and cold.
The sea waves chilly foaming
will wash clean my dreams grown old.

China Winter

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Sunny?

I hope we can have a sunny day soon.

China is experiencing the worst winter in 100 years. The snow keeps coming. Over 200,000 houses have broken under the weight, and over 800,000 houses have been damaged. Most of this damage is in south China, which is not used to this kind of weather. North China is used to it. In south China, the vegetables are planted under long sheets of plastic to keep them warm. These have been buried under the snow.

I am aware that ice accumulation can break tree limbs and electrical lines. What shocked me was that the ice buildup was so heavy that the weight of it on the lines broke off the top of the towers. 17,000 electricians are out in the weather doing repairs.

Homer: Doh!

Stormy Weather

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Oh oh...

A "Super Typhoon" is heading toward Taiwan and China.

This is the weather dot com satellite view, if you want to see it:

http://www.weather.com/outlook/travel/businesstraveler/map/AFXX0001?name=asiasatellite_large_animated&day=1

Copy and past it.

:insane:

I hope it will dissipate soon!

:worried:

Here is a map that I made to show that it is far away from me, but near Southeast China, and Taiwan. They rank it a category 5 typhoon. After it hits Taiwan it will drop to a Cat 4 and hit China.

If it gets all the way over to me (doubtful) it will be weakened to a tropical storm. These tracks usually turn North, not West.

http://snipurl.com/1plr1

http://snipurl.com/1plr3

These are the same, but which will work for you best, I don't know...

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The last of the storm has passed. It did turn Southwest, and brought days of thunderstorms to Shenzhen. This morning had the last of the windy rain saying "Good bye, have a nice day."

Only a few thunderbolts, just to celebrate the tour of China, I guess...

:wizard:

Mountain Lillies

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I awoke to a creaking, and gently tinkling sounds.
Monotonous and intriguing, not worried about the harmonies they were making.
There! Another sound, like a flute, But the notes were different as they wound around.
Wagon wheels, wind chimes and pan pipes welcomed the dawn's warm breaking.

I peaked out from under the wagon's canvas cover to see a meadow's flowers.
Mountain Lilies, shaded gold and dimly white.
A chill ran down my back, and the flowers curled in shadowed bowers.
The day would warm my sleepy soul, and turn their colors bright.

The hill above the meadow was white with melting snow.
The reddish and brown rocks there were round and smooth, covered with a cold sheen.
Then I saw a movement, a rock that moved, just a bit, and so slow.
I looked more carefully to make out just what I had seen.

Brown and white horses! And upon them men, dressed in white and brown.
If only a horse had not moved, they would have been hidden in plain sight,
Now I could see shields, and lances, and there! a commander's flag!
They showed no interest in this caravan, and did not prepare to fight.

I watched them for as long as I could, until we curved into verdant valleys.
They sat, both bold and still, upon their cavalry of calico.
I thought of battles won and battles lost by their rushing violent sallies.
Battles roared and blood fell in my memories from long ago.

I alone ,in the caravan calmly winding,
saw the ghosts upon the hill.
I alone heard echoing hoofbeats sounding
and cries of doom both loud and shrill.

Why don't those aging warriors rest?
Why do they wait upon the snowy hill?
What do they seek in the far off frozen West.
I know not now, but in my dreams, I surely will.

Moody and Grumpy



Why am I grumpy? To ship a paperback to me costs $12.00 USD. (Plus the cost of the book.)

Then to make matters worse, it takes 3 to 6 weeks to arrive!

Such a modern world we live in!

:insane: :yikes: Homer: Doh! :bomb: :faint:

Recent Ramblings

:wizard:

Humility and pride are two wings
upon which our deeper fears take flight.
If you can release them,
you will soar to a miraculous height.


:love:

Your creativity is bound to the wings of love. It will carry you as far as your dreams, and when you reach that resting place, new dreams will guide you on. Joy will be the light that shines upon your face, and peace will be the bed upon which you sleep.


:jester:

If you try to read the brain, all the words will sound like rain.
When you read the loving heart, each thought is turned to art.

:wizard:

Soul Mates

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I looked into the theories of "Soul Mates" and found that it is mostly a romantic notion, quite rebellious in nature with regard to society, often is linked to the idea of "True Love,"and usually limited in application. I found some art that I liked and some writing that was interesting. First, what I found, then how I responded:

To My Soulmate

"Somehow, out of all the twists & turns our lives could have taken,
& out of all the chances we might have missed,
it almost seems we were given a meant-to-be moment~to meet,
to get to know one another, & set the stage for a special togetherness.

When I'm with you, I know that I'm in the presence of someone
who makes my life more complete than I ever dreamed it could be.
I turn to you for trust, & you give it openly.
I look to you for inspiration, answers, & encouragement, &
~not only do you never let me down
~you lift my spirits & take my thoughts to places where my troubles seem so much farther away
& my joys feel they're going to stay in my life forever."

by Carey Martin
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True love is a modern idea and very Western in style. It is counter to the idea of what constitutes a "perfect" relationship in many cultures.

This statement struck a chord with me:
"Love isn't bound by time or space when our connections come from our heart."
by Melody Beattie

I did feel some appreciation of the idea of love, time and space being unlimited, but connected. The concept of the "Soul" must have a limitlessness to it or it would not be a soul. What good is the idea of "Soul Mates" if the soul itself did not exist. Also, it is often said that soul mates seem to respond to each other in ways that do not fit in to the accepted rules of Science.

Of course in the area of human love, our imagination is often motivated to see beyond the ordinary and into places only the poet can describe. The imagery and emotions thus perceived are no less real to us than what can be proven factual. Science has broken down love into three chemical states in the brain. These scientific discoveries might be factual, but they do not explain what people have experienced over the ages. There is more out there than fits the measurements of science. As some people say: "Life is not black and white, it is shades of grey." But love is not just red or green either. Love is shades of rose. Love is degrees of heat. Love is Art, not Science.

So, there is a connection between soul mates but it is not the same for each pair. As some liquids will mix together totally, others will not mix, but still interact if only briefly. And there are solutions where various mixtures create a limitless number of tastes from which we can choose our favorites. Every soul must have the ability to interact with any other soul. But the reaction can not be predicted in advance. It is one of the mysteries of life. I am sure you have heard statements like this:
`Why this one and not that one?
`I expected this one to be so "Right" but it was such a mistake!
`I never knew when I first met her that we would fall in love!
`We loved each other so much, but now, well... it's over.

And you have also heard this one:
`From the first moment we met, we knew we were 'meant to be' and we have been happy ever since!'
That is what I think romantic, sexual, soul mates feel.

But some relationships are neither romantic nor sexual. Still, they feel "Right" and can last longer than most marriages. But like diamonds, they are rare, and very valuable. If you find one, take care of it. It could be your soul mate. If they ask you to dance in the rain with them, don't be afraid to sing as well!

The Visitor

The Visitor

The evening falls slowly, warmly, and I melt into it.
The sounds of the far off temple bells wash over me like a soothing blanket.
Nearer, the steps of strangers can be heard, rushing to take the last ferry,
or perhaps to get home a little earlier,
or to enjoy a walk together along the moonlit shore.
I take a different path which leads to a heavy door where light is shining dimly through heavy rough curtains. The cottage is shrouded in softly murmuring leaves which are tinted golden by the moon and silver by the river’s mist.
My footsteps crush the fallen leaves, intruding upon the gloomy solitude.
I raise my hand to knock upon the door and pause.
I hear your steps within, rustling about like a hermit who never needs a visitor.
Why do you live alone, out here, far from home and family?
What will I see in your eyes, when you open the door?

Image from http://artfiles.art.com

Best Miracle

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Stop looking for a girl/boy-friend!

Now just relax, and send your loving heart out into the universe and let it harmonize with all corresponding loving hearts that are being sent there by the sweet girls and tender hearted boys out there who you didn't notice before, while you were looking for the wrong one.

Now if you pay attention, the right person will miraculously appear before you.. The question is, will you put away your prejudices and accept reality?

Hearts in harmony are much more important than money, or beauty, or sexuality, which, of course, are the primary prejudices.

A loving heart will carry you farther than 1st class tour tickets.
A caring heart will soften the ride more than a Mercedes S350.
A kind heart will earn more rewards than a big bank account.

I would say 'good luck,' but what you need is a miracle, not good luck. So, use your inner love to call for one. Then pay attention. What you need is in the heart of someone who will come into your life right when you need them to. Not necessarily when you want them to.

:wizard:

Who Would Understand?

I must have dozed off for a moment, because I was suddenly aware that the light in the Western sky had faded.
I turned and noticed that the Moon had risen, golden, swollen, slowly majestic.
The evening was cool, and the breeze rushed my hair.
So comfortable, so lonely.
I stepped back off the patio and back into the room, closing the door and opening the windows.
The sweet scents of flowers from the garden wash over me in an invisible tide.
The music from the wind chimes is so gentle and elegant.
I wish to play my guitar so sweetly, so naturally, and to sing the words I hear in the tingle.
Yet, there is no one to hear my sweet lament. No guest, no lover, no fellow traveler who could understand my mood.
And anyway, who would I wish to sing for except you?
So long a time, and you still trouble my thoughts, still warm my dreams.

Angels

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I feel so peaceful today. Why? Just a few days ago I was so angry! How could I be at this point today?

Simple. I always feel a boost in mood when a theory of mine - any theory - gets some evidence that it is true. If you have been reading this blog very long, you know I have some far out theories!

so here is the scenario... Throughout history, there have been told stories of sightings that we cna not explain today. They are put into various theories from mythical, to supernatural, to miraculous. As you may know, I like to tinker with ideas. See if I can imagine what the truth might be, if any. I remember a lesson I did in which a student was - separately - told a story. Then one by one the students went out and were told - one by one in order - the story as they remebered it from the previous student. By the time it got to the last student, very little of the original remained. But core bits usually remained. The little pieces that if left out, would render the story unsustainable. So I guessed that myths, legends, miracles, or other supernatural stories might have a core bit that was truthful, or factual. It was just that the story had been around for so long it was all bent out of shape by human imagination.

Take angels for example. Usually, angels are portrayed as females with wings. I know that this is not 100% the case so don't quibble. Where they 'reside' and why they interact with us are also subject to imagination. I heard a recording - I guess you would classify it as 'New Age' - that described in great detail where angels were and how to experience them. But \\\

As you know, I was upset, and wrote a mood piece here, as well as a blog entry and replies. thanks for your comments by the way.

So what about my theory?

I believe in links between people that are outside this normal physical reality.
These links are powered by love.

What happened?

Friends of mine who I have not heard from for a long time contacted me yesterday. In each case, they brought an experience to me that lifted me out of my depressed mood. Basically, I just felt their affection and warmth, their appreciation of me, their confidence and acceptance in and of me. It was very uplifting, and healing.

I had not contacted any of them. None of them had read my blog. They had no conscious idea how much I needed them. Yet there they were, on the same day, a day that I felt very sad.

I am in a web of love. The Angels are in us all. Our love lets them live in us. Or Their love for us lets us live. I don't know. But there is something there.
Coincidence? Synchronicity? Miracles?

What do you think?

The Terracotta Chapel

Play me!



I was carried by four tall men,
each with a full ponytail and muscular body, full serious lips.
Their long rough robes brushed softly along the sandy shallow steps.

I knew each one from a time long ago,
but I could not remember when, not their names.
I remembered the long rides upon the green plains.

I could only see these men and the space above them.
They slowly walked under a dome, faint,
far above in the darkness.

I strained to hear the words echoing around and through the darkness.
The foreign words or the echoes made comprehension impossible.
I let out a sigh and watched the flickering candles.

The candles dimmed and I could see stars through the arches of the dome.
The silver stars fell like snow upon my eyes.
So many stars. Carrying me away. So far away.

I hear the music echoing, echoing up through the cold arches.
Lifting me up. Carrying me home. So far away.