Lyricism

It seems to be raining, not raining. Like an urchin

Seemingly weeping, not crying. Tired of the smell of no rain

Looking forward to a rain to wash away the dust

Illusions abound. Lost in black and white

The shadow leaps up the cliff and touches the bones of a rock

The dust and fog crumble, the visual barriers disappear, the space-time is clear

Hope, burning the rain in

rainbow, calculating my pursuit and desire into

colorful painted stone

Let go of all pretensions

Let the heart be naked to the world. Let the original humanity, transparent

Pure. Reject the darkness of

Rationality. Guide the way.

I walk humbly on the path. No longer obsessed with deception

A different color, flying towards me

I wonder if it is a deity? Or a totem?

In the light, some fragment of history

Restored in my spirit house