The Coin and the Shy Girl

(Wudang Mountain, China)

It is all white now,

surrounding me is the calm,

the cold feathery hands of clouds,

it takes me in as an orphan,

embraces and hides me in its heart,

and then I don't remember,

if I fell to the ground, or flew to the sky,

I'm the coin you tossed from the peak

where the lovers once leapt off,

it used to be known for pain,

but now it takes you towards

a cleaning of thoughts and emotions,

when nothing remains.

You gasped, "It's gone, the coin,

where did it go?"

There were four of you,

two pairs looking for completion

from each other.

Did you understand being a

coin tossed from a foggy hill?

Now, the two's have halved,

each on their own path.

You remembered me last night, shy one,

didn't you? You wondered,

what happened to the coin...

Do you know what happens

to those who die? I bet you don't.

But, I didn't die.

I flew off, like the girl from Wudan,

into nothingness.

I lived forever, I died never.

You understand now, don't you?

You dream of that, shy one.

These days, you feel like me,

lost in the fog, consumed by it

and flying in the endless intangible.

Close your eyes and jump,

this valley never ends,

and you'll never be sad or happy,

only one in the infinite.