HOME WITHIN EACH IMAGINATION (图)

HOME WITHIN EACH IMAGINATION He sleeps with his heart open letting the ocean waves rock his little boat back n'forth n'back like falling asleep in lover's bosom . . . How big the heart can be! What a roar the blood makes! As the day recedes the shadow of Self stretches long like any memory left on earth sprouting backward deeper and deeper into a blue heart . . . The story of Love is a white dove fighting the harsh wind over the oceanic chaos flying towards a sound softly calling its name in Mandarin, English Farsi, Hebrew . . . Or the language of dream with its liquid textuality tangible & transparent bringing the one afar closer and closer . . . the words float, bleed dancing . . . Someone sleeps with his ears open listening to the ocean's pulse ::october '05