She
whispers, lightly, almost soundless.
She
can feel the pain all at once, at the edge of despondence and
hopelessness.
A
deep empty hollow inside her heart opens up like an abloom
flower.
It
becomes bigger and bigger, dragging her down to the inferno.
She
wants to call, as if the best tranquillizer to thwart her collapsing
soul.
And
regardless of any attempt, she was inept of making any sound.
She
feels like a trapped jailbird, wrecked and torn and lashed myriad
times.
She
wants to go home, along the littoral,
where Feather used to belong, where they longed for an eternal
pacific.
Then the pain arose to galvanize:
She
has lost him, her very Feather. That gorgeous and pallid angel.
It
is almost as hard for friends to meet
As
for the morning and evening stars
Tonight then is a rare event
Joining in the candlelight
Two
men who were young not long ago
But
now are turning grey at the temples
...To find that half our friends are dead
Burn our hearts with grief
We
little guessed it would be twenty years
Before I could visit you again
But
now these boys and girls in a row are
Very kind to their father's old friend
They ask me where I have been on my journey
When we have talked awhile
They bring and show me wines and dishes
Spring chives cut in the night-rain
And
brown rice cooked freshly a special way
...My host proclaims it a festival
He
urges me to drink ten
cups—
But
what ten cups could make me as drunk
As
I always am with your love in my heart?
...Tomorrow the mountain will separate us
After tomorrow who can say?
Fall arrives
early and the Dhillthyston
Medical College is shrouded in sheer eeriness.
It
is only October yet the fallen leaves cover the ground all over the school
regardless of countless sweep. Flakes of withered leaves lament over their break
away from their mothering tree, before helplessly falling to the ground to
immerse in the mud, and then disintegrate and rot. Those Arborvitae trees that
were once full of vigour
appear despirited,
as if they have suddenly become old-aged.
The
night is long and dusky. Dark clouds scud across the sky like wild horses; and a
sudden violent gust of spooky wind blows the shredded leaves in constant
swirl.
Room number 441 in the girls’ dormitory.
Silence. Complete silence.
"Hah-"then a sudden light gasp utters out of Cloris’
mouth. The girl wakes up from a strange dream. There she encountered a
man, who donned a
ghastly smile, and had
eyes like the surface of a lake in a murky bleak night, ominously dark and
alluring with a peculiar green glow.
She
sits up, uncovers her furry blanket and steps towards the window to inhale some
fresh air. The autumn
air already carries a bit of chilliness, which helps clear up her blurred mind
from the dream.
Unable to go back to sleep, Cloris
sits down in front of her computer and presses the keys at random. The bright
screen light immediately emanates into her eyes. She blinks a few
times.
A
MSN message with a name she does not recognize suddenly pops up-
It's time...Come, I'm behind you.
It
must be one of those silly tricks that senseless people over the Internet play,
she thinks. But Cloris
can't help feeling tense with an immediate ghostly chill, as though an icy
finger has touched her spine.
She
turns her head and unexpectedly sees the face of the man in her dream, magnified
to such extent that she thinks she can literally feel his breath. The air at
this point is so rarefied, and Cloris
almost feels suffocation with her heart pounding to the point of breaking out of
her ribcage.
Then, for some reason, fear stops seizing her.
She
suddenly feels that his eyes glow with the depth of universal love, as though
they cast off stardust as a diamond casts light and then smoulders.
They have a certain undefinable
green sparkle to them,
making Cloris
feel as if she has been enchanted by a spell.
But
nothing matters anymore as the man reaches out to touch the tender edge of
Cloris’
hand. He leads her towards the balcony, and embraces her into his icy
chest.
Then...he pulls
her over the edge of
the window.
Above the town, on the hill brow, the temple used to stand.
My
recollection of the place is still intact, and
still very vivid, as if it is
the event of yesterday. I recall that in the vicinity of the temple was nothing
but bleakness and desolation. The area seemed uninhabited, with sapless leaves
swirling in the violent gust of wind.
The
weather was not in its amiable mood, dark clouds scudded across the sky like
wild horses. Between times were some frail birds quivering their wings, singing
some rather dismal melody, and then flew across the horizon.
I
was carrying a huge mountain bag on the back and a camera in my hand.
I
trod each step warily and soon entered the courtyard of the temple which
shrouded in murkiness
from the view outside.
Then, as
unbelievably as it could be,
once I stepped inside, something extraordinarily strange
happened.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was poles apart from the outside, as if a door
had split it into two worlds. Wherever my gaze touched emanated gleams rendered
with life, without even a slightest degree of gloominess, even though all the
architectures were mainly in somewhat dull red and gold.
I
stand in front of the chimney-like structure made of bricks, where candles and
joss paper were located to offer sacrifices to the gods and ancestors,
and worshiped my gods.
Along the two sides of the temple in the courtyard stand two
erect Bodhi
trees. They must have afforded many people an excellent shade to enjoy the cool.
I
than stepped inside and immediately scented a peculiar fragrance of Scandalwood
almost ubiquitous in the temples. It was a woodiness smell with an acrid, almost
vanilla-like sweetness to it.
Meanwhile, the deep rhythematic
tapping sound of a wooden fish(a Buddhist prcussion instrument made of a hollow wooden block) along with the chanting of
scriptures disrupted the silence. I found myself
completely
indulged in
this peaceful melody that touched the greatest depth of my heart.
My
eyes left from the monk who was tapping on the wooden fish, and fixated on the
golden Buddha statue. I felt enlightened inside out, and currents of ardency and
calmness lingered within my body and soul.
I
slowly closed my eyes, and be immersed in meditation.