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Megan Zhao Dec 2015
I write
because I have eagles
and sea gulls inside my head
flying  
hovering above
falling and ascending
swooping and fluttering
rushing and loitering
darting and circling
At one moment  
they're dipping into the deep
iron red of Grand Canyon
searching for
green and yellow hues
and brown, pink, and gray
At another moment
they're above Pacific Ocean
becoming kings and queens
instantly, of blue skies
and endless space
How free and playful they are
Birds are everywhere
Bright colors
Careless songs
Bursting energy
They're magical
They're electrical
They're whimsical....
I write
because
I have those birds inside
my head to catch
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
If I can, I would
cut my poem short
or cut it all off like a wood cutter
would do, and stretch my days
long like a balloon without
a pulling string——
wondering over yonder
from planet to planet
But I can't and I wouldn't
The opposite
has more truth in it
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
In my kitten's dream
No need a December rain
I called her— she came
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
Do we have free will
You asked me
We do
Absolutely
Even under the dome of
the Almighty, the willpower
still exists, hiding somewhere
in our brain——
Tour de force
The great virtuosity
The strength to envision
The power to make
Our ambitions a reality
Will
So it's called
The property of mind
"The Will to Power"
Nietzsche elaborated on it
"The World as Will and
Representation"
Schopenhauer spent his
Whole life obscuring it more
Than enlightening the world
Unlike Aristotle, who had a saner
View on ethics and personal choices
But wait until Freud was here
Who took half of the gist
In philosophy with him
And made it all psychical
At least
He convinced most people
To maneuver will
We need to wade through
Dark waters
——The maze in
Subconscious, the power within
To reign, we have to know
Our mind by studying it
And practicing
For until it's free
Under consciousness
We can't wield the will still...
I wish I've showed you
My long journey
Of searching
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
Friday evenings
Pizza and chicken wings
Or other conveniences
Cooking would be silly
Persimmons—
This week's special
Beer or red wine, occasionally
Perhaps
Only reading has never
being changed on the menu
No matter what I've chosen
I think a book is still the best food
For a weekend's picking  
Unless I'm starving
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
At the end of the day
Like yesterday and today
And many other days
I count my blessings
Knowing that I should be
Grateful and say thank you
What I've received is more
Than what I have given
Gratitude makes the world
Circling around, and dancing
When the holidays are here
Love is in the air, everywhere
How wonderful it is, to love
And to be loved. Thank you!
Megan Zhao Dec 2015
trees
are so certain
of what they are from
the moment
they give off shoots
that they carry out
their missions without
ever a hesitation
or flinch
steadfast
trustworthy and
having no pretense
trees excel as an individual
or as a forest
they are the first comers
of planet earth
even before dinosaurs
were roaming around
and the most loyal friends
of human races—
trees to build houses
trees to grow food
trees to provide oxygen
trees to prevent erosion
and protect the environment
growing in the greatest
abundance with raw
intelligence
trees witness
trees memorize—
never forget the passage of time
but keep their silence
like a true matriarch
for thousands of years
trees have spurred  
the human imaginations
in mythology, art
or poetry
trees are loving creatures
they compensate our
shortcomings
for when they fall in love
they love deeply—
they wait
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