In late sun, the river and hills are beautiful
In early sun, the sky and trees are beautiful
Spring & Autumn are filled with glory
The Mandarin ducks are sleeping
Beneath a thousand sunsets of the extraordinary
Each new human being witnesses
The elderly guest blankets us in calligraphy
A row of white birds against a night-sky
Eternity relives herself in children
In the eyes of the forming cerebral cortex
Whitewashed years pass with such speed
Lying on quilts and pillows for a
Brilliant mortality, what bamboo feasts await
Noise and exclamations, all point to the
Western sun once again, the nourished life
Sleeping Dragon, Leaping Horse
These are known to Taiwanese Fantine
The river of trembling stars casts its shadow
On her imagination, waiting for the day
When she will fill the low flat fields
With the strawberries of her imagination
I can prepare a morning meal for wisdom.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 