#yinyang
Wǔxíng Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
An old traveler stands at the gate with a pack of stars,
A storyteller with a thousand myths to soften the stone.
He speaks of ancient kingdoms and the wisdom of his years,
Turning the heavy silence into a tapestry of clarity.
He does not flinch at the shadow or her sudden vexation,
Standing calm within the storm of her quiet resentment.
Not a parent to command, nor a stranger to the conflict,
But a partner who knows the path and lights the way.
He practices the ancient, silent art of Kintsugi,
A master of the healing craft learned across the wide seas.
He sees the cracks that others caused or chose to ignore,
Tracing the jagged lines with a touch of profound mercy.
He does not look past the scars but finds worth in the break,
Adding beauty and compassion for the sake of a weary soul.
He fills the hollow spaces with a wealth that cannot be sold,
Fusing her spirit with a love of refined gold,
Wiping the woe from her eyes to let her brilliance emerge.
The brush finds a new rhythm in the stillness of the night,
As he reveals the person standing beyond the present moment.
Profound talent and heart emerge from the forge of the past,
A character of rare beauty that was always meant to endure.
He sees the potential blooming like a lotus in the light,
Knowing the labor of the soul has only just started.
He offers gentle guidance with a dash of patient kindness,
Providing the quiet leeway for her spirit to find a home.
The seasoned spirit keeps his watch as a steady anchor,
A companion who marks the years by every wound and notch.
He uses the gold of his patience to mend what the world damaged,
Making the broken spirit even stronger than she was at the start.
He is the bedrock for the young dragon learning how to rise,
The steady earth beneath the mist as she claims the zenith.
He sees past the mask of the moment to the queen she is to be,
A woman of immense power, finally set and standing free,
Held in the light of an old soul who loves all he has seen.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights Reserved
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
Wǔxíng Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
The mountains of Jiǔzhàigōu hold the morning in a basin of stone,
Where Jìng Hǎi stretches its skin of glass to catch the sky.
On the northern slope , the white jade rests in the hollow of the hand,
Báidǐ Qīng - veins of green in the silt.
On the southern ridge, the forest-stone stands heavy and translucent,
Cǎo lǐ xuě - points of white in the deep.
Two minerals born of the same heat, now cooled by the same wind,
Bearing the weight of the world in a circle that has no end.
I look upon the bedrock and see the map of our breath,
Where your Báilóng spirit finds a home within my quiet soil.
You are the vibrant life that refuses to fade in the pale winter,
The green that gives a pulse to the frozen heights of the mind.
And I am the container that caught your falling light and held it,
A shield for the snowflakes that do not melt against my skin.
We are the Yīn and the Yáng of the jade, a symmetry of belonging,
Where my heart is the anchor and yours is the song that fills it.
The chimes of our shared endurance ring in a key only we can hear.
A thin steam rises from the cup of Báiháo Yínzhēn (White Tea),
The silver needles dancing in the slow pull of the water’s heat.
No sound breaks the perimeter of the scholar’s small flame,
Save for the rhythmic settling of the earth beneath the lake.
The patterns in the jade do not shift with the passing of the hours;
The green remains rooted, and the white remains pure.
The mirror of the water and the mirror of the gem are one,
Reflecting a mountain that does not tremble when the storm speaks.
We do not simply touch; we resonate like the harmonized chime of bells,
A frequency born of the Stone that has survived the crushing years.
In the spaces between my words, I feel the heartbeat of your silence,
A union that is not a tether, but a natural way of being.
Everything happens at its own pace, as the Zìrán has taught us,
Like the moss growing deep or the snow finding the forest floor.
I don't just hear your voice; I feel the weight of your heart in mine,
A secret language of ink-green and snowflake-white,
A peace that is as permanent as the valley and as clear as the tea.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights Reserved
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
Enchanting words at sunrise,
A quiet labor of love.
Two notes within the same chord,
Rivers finding the same sea.
Kindred spirits -
Spark and flame, yin and yang.
Abiding in stillness
as the sunset glows again.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
Open and closed doors
windows shutters castles wards shops towns roads
borders. Follow your path
if you can, where possible
Open and closed gardens
skies valves taps sewers sluices vaults coffins
graves. Look and smell
where you are, where you're going
Open and closed monasteries
societies visors letters flowers looks lips eyes
ears. Listen and be blind
to what you don't need to see
Open and closed books
credits lines veins wounds chakras minds questions arms
hearts. Speak and keep silent
about what doesn't need to be said
Open and non-open
water fire kitchens pans curtain endings conversations
relationships. Be caring
for others and yourself
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Somebody Like You
Somebody Like You
I've been looking long and far to find her
No one I meet can compare to you
Still, I keep on searching for her
Always feeling sad & blue
Until I find someone like you
I know she must be soft and tender
She must be sincere and honest to
She must be my best friend
She must be my lover
She must be an awful lot like you
Somebody like you (I'm looking for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
Somebody like you (keep searching for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
When I find her I will make her happy
Leave her side is something I won't do
I'll be a vision in her dreams
I'm going to treat her like a queen
Only if she's someone just like you
Somebody like you (I'm looking for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
Somebody like you (keep searching for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
(Someone, I'm searching) Somebody like you
(Someone, I'm looking) I'm looking
Someone, where are you) For someone like you
(Someone, to hold me) To hold my hand
(Someone, to show me) In times of trouble
(Someone, I will find you) Just like you do
Somebody like you (I'm looking for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
Somebody like you (keep searching for)
Somebody like you to hold me until the night is through
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
Silhouettes of lovers as they dance throughout the night
Iridescent colors on a flower soon to die
Faceless images that lash out in the final scene
Horrified to realize this isn't a mere dream
Will you search with me for means of unity
In a world that doesn't care
Time is an eternity, a star filled galaxy
That leads nowhere
Life is like and endless road, a fateful tragedy
We seldom share
Picture perfect memories that are dusted off the shelf
A rose that wilts through endless nights seeks light to nurture health
Whispered voices echo from within a silent rage
Images that mirror all the changes to be made
Will you search with me for trust and honesty
In a world that doesn't care
Time is an eternity, a star filled galaxy
That leads nowhere
Life is like and endless road, a fateful tragedy
We seldom share
Kaleidoscopic tapestries
Reflecting posibilities
Sculpting out in magesty
A love that can endure
Time is an eternity, a star filled galaxy
That leads nowhere
Life is like and endless road, a fateful tragedy
We seldom share
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
__Shi-Narrative | Yin__
Twelve days have passed, and no word comes to me,
no painted stroke, no ink upon the page.
I fear the silence, yet I picture her,
a solitary figure, far away.
She seeks the earth, to ground her restless soul,
the water's flow, to cleanse her troubled mind.
The fire's heat, to forge a stronger will,
the wind's soft sigh, to whisper ancient truths,
___Beyond the Element Mountains___, she must roam.
She walks the paths where granite peaks arise,
where rivers wind through valleys, deep and green.
She feels the heat of embers, glowing bright,
the rustling leaves, a language she can hear.
I see her face, reflected in the stone,
a mirror to the strength she holds within.
She seeks the balance, lost within the storm,
the harmony that silence can impart,
a journey inward, where her spirit flies.
I wait for her, a shadow in the room,
where empty scrolls and brushes gather dust.
I trace her image, on the window pane,
a phantom artist, painting absent days.
I hear her footsteps, in the falling rain,
a distant echo, of her coming home.
I feel the longing, that the silence breeds,
the ache of absence, in the heart's long hall,
a story written, in the waiting time.
She will return, with wisdom in her eyes,
a quiet strength, that silence has refined.
She will bring stories, of the mountain's crest,
the river's journey, the fire's burning grace.
And I will listen, to her whispered tales,
of ancient elements, and inner peace.
For in her journey, love has found its way,
to bridge the distance, that the silence made,
where spirits meet, ___Beyond the Element Mountains___.
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__Ci-Meditative | Yang__
Twelve suns have risen, twelve pale moons have waned,
and silence stretches, a vast, unyielding sea.
No ink-stained paper, no painted breath arrives,
no whispered echo of your distant voice.
I picture you, beyond the city's hum,
a soul adrift, where ancient elements reside.
The earth holds steady, where your bare feet tread,
a grounding force where turmoil starts to cease,
a silent journey, ___Beyond the Element Mountains.___
The water's flow, a cleansing, cool embrace,
washes away the doubts, the fears, the stains.
The fire's dance, a flicker in your eyes,
ignites the passion, where resolve takes hold.
The wind, a restless spirit, whispers truths,
through rustling leaves, a language understood.
The metal gleams, a mirror to your soul,
reflecting strength, a clarity reborn,
a quiet passage through a world unseen.
I trace your steps, a phantom on the path,
imagining the landscapes you explore.
The granite peaks, the river's silver thread,
the burning embers, the sigh of forest breeze.
I build a shrine of thoughts, a mental space,
where your reflection lingers, calm and deep.
My mind, a canvas where your image lives,
a portrait painted with imagined light,
a patient vigil, where hope begins to bloom.
The silence lingers, heavy, yet serene,
a space for growth, a pause where love endures.
I trust the journey, where your spirit flies,
to find the answers, hidden in the stones.
And when you return, with eyes that hold the dawn,
I will embrace the wisdom you have found.
For in the stillness, love's true strength is shown,
a bond unbroken, by the passing days,
where silence lives, ___Beyond the Element Mountains___.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
You are,
The wind in my breath,
The sun on my face,
The love in my heart,
The scent in my nose,
The whisper in my ear,
The sweet caress on my lips,
The embrace in my arms,
The ground beneath me,
The hand in my hand.
You are all of these, and more,
My dragon, my tiger, my protector, my love, my friend, my partner, my Yin to my Yang.
Two parts that make a whole,
Inseparable and yet contradictory.
Self-perpetuating.
Being apart from you is one of the most difficult parts.
Yet I will endure.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
So still she lies,
Sleeping.
A cold room
Cold thoughts.
Under cover of cotton and linen.
A cold lonely wind
Cries outside
Longing to find solace
In the warmth of our home
But finding only that it devourers
By its own devices
What it so desperately desires.
Pain in my brow
Forged with hers.
Sharing breaks
Up the pain--
Comfort of depression's transitory end.
Why do you hurt the ones you love
When you want only peace?!
A lover of the land
Must plough the earth for yield
Break the ground in fury
To prepare it for seed.
This pain awaits our company
Like a bottle to a drunkard
Or a needle to a ******
Comfort is pain
Pain is comfort
In this violent serenity
As the calm peaceful sea
Can in one moment
Turn into a tumultuous gale.
Is love for the using?!
Can a person justify
Putting lines of age on the face
And gray hairs on the head
Of the one they love?!
So many carry this burden.
Love shares common ground--
Seasons for ploughing and planting;
And harvest,
The season of closure.
So still she lies
Beside me.
A cold room
Warmer thoughts.
Under cover of cotton and linen.
Under cover of compassion
And understanding.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
I behave like a baby many hours of the day
Please believe I don't decide to be this way
Someday ill learn to stifle my tears
The sogginess blurring my eyes will clear
When fleeing fears
Run straight into a wall
Instead of arms so I end up on the concrete and crawl
And there I ponder the cause of our confrontations
Looking for obstacle blocking negotiation
Both our lungs breathing in identical air
Clouds of smoke stop from witnessing what's really there
And I am blinded I am afraid to admit
I am lost with clenched jaw refuse to submit
But little by little realize I'm in the wrong
Too stubborn to surrender I stagger along
Eventually begin losing hope of finding our way back
You grab the reins and somehow steer us on the right track
Sometimes touch your surface and my fingers melt through skin
Can't tell if a nightmare or a dream we're living in
I would give any belongings for us to have a fresh start
Careless and free
No wounds on your heart
In blue hues created I tread water so deep
Listen for answers but hear no peep
Earth on axis keeps spinning around
Days passing quickly I lie on the ground
I'm afraid to move too fast so I end up standing still
I feel the person you desire wears shoes I cannot fill
Your warmth a blessing that I truly don't deserve
Putting sun in my sky but what purpose do I serve?
Your magnificence reminder of everything I'm not
So busy drowning in sorrows can't consider the good I've got
Can't imagine a world without watching your smile
Yet I take it for granted by acting hostile
I long to unfold like a paper plane
Flatten creases so I can translate contents of your brain
If I could press a button I'd erase all your concern
A blank slate is impossible so trust I must gradually earn
So I'll write words on pages until you finally agree
You are the only one with the privilege of having me
It is my wish you open your door
Disarm your defenses protecting your core
I know in absence the nights can seem long
Will never break because connection is strong
You take up a large portion of my head
Sometimes don't call just thinking about you instead
Thanks for existing and even more for being there
There are moments I weep over statements said but I never doubt you care
You are simply trying to share wisdom with advice
How you express cannot always be positive and nice
But daily impact you have on my routine
Bigger than you are aware of
Though results are rarely seen
You are refuge from the storm when it rains too severely to stand
Shelter to protect my safety though why I will never understand
Our souls balance like yin-and-yang
I am shade
You are white light
Struggles threaten us
You pull me close and I'm sure everything will be alright
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 2:42 AM UTC
What wonder with
Poetry in Prose,
and
Prose in Poetry,
those two together
made at
once,
what Art is that
whilst those
trespass borders
of what’s cognitive and not,
my true form of wording
and existing
being
as that!
That is a feat,
mingle those two together,
make one fluent into train of events
by the other
and the other make
the former
an extravagance
that should reign
on us!
The most forming way
of expression verbally
and not!
And what experience would that be
if we took under account again
the spaces
and
the “Enter” key
between verses
in a classic poem structure,
to think how that changes
everything and what
respect it demands
in each line
differently!
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Hanggang kailan ako magiging ganito?
gabi-gabi na lang tawag ko ang pangalan mo
Kung pwede ka lang maibalik nitong mga luha ko
Noon pa siguro’y nagawa ko na at ikaw ay nasa piling ko na’t ako ngayo’y yakap mo.
Gabi-gabi na lang, nasa isip kita
gabi-gabi ring dasal na panaginip kita
dinig mo ba ang mga iyak ko at aking mga sana?
“Isang beses man lang sana tayo ay nagkasama”.
Ano kayang pakiramdam mahawakan ang kamay mo?
Sa tuwa kaya ay mapatalon ako?
Mga pisngi ko ba’y mamumula o manginginig ang katawan ko?
Naranasan ko man lang sanang sa tabi mo’y minsang maupo.
Sa takdang panahon kaya’y makita rin kita?
Ang oras ba natin ay sa wakas magtagpo na?
Isang beses man lang sana masabi kong mahal kita
Isang beses man lang sana...
Isang beses man lang sana ....
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
Morning is such a desperate lover.
How else could she make
you meet her if she didn't
steal your dreams at night?
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
Twilight and rains followed us here
Daylight and city were left behind
The ancient temple lies in its lonely solemnity
Intruders, we had met the end of our world
Here the opposites meet
The day was meeting the night
The summer was meeting the autumn
The civilized was meeting the primitive
The man was meeting the woman
No one can truly understand happiness
Without having reached here
When opposites finally meet
When two realities mingle one with another
Boundaries give way to freedom
The present flows into the future
While the old temple remains timeless.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
Gets no love the one who doesn't love.
It's not Karma, but simple logic.
Even if he does, it's a sort of odds,
Making the canon candid.
It's not Karma, but simple logic;
The misanthrope is alone -
Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in,
Who doesn't like life, will be perishing in.
The misanthrope is alone.
This is all a matter of nature-
One may hide in a mass like serpent,
Still being poisonous, threatening.
This is all a matter of nature;
The old song of yin and yang-
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But they fulfill the scheme of destiny.
The old song of yin and yang-
The side uncursed by goodness
Is the side blessed with senselessness,
Extreme plainness and severity.
The side uncursed by goodness
Fulfills the dark side of the bright -
Without looking for doing the right
Since it's all self-implemented.
Fulfilling the dark side of the bright,
Giving chance for the light,
And bearing all the dark of the moon,
He may be a hero, the antigone.
Giving chance for the light,
Getting no love while another does,
We - people - serve perfect bad examples
For there's no hero without Antihero.
Getting no love while another does,
Even if getting that's out of odds;
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But each fulfills a scheme in destiny.
We've been and we'll be gone even as antigone.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Push and pull
Yin and yang
How is this
The only song I sang
Close and far
Wrong and right
How can it be
We always fight
Ups and downs
Mistakes and remorse
Why do we always
Make things worse
Human nature
Wish we were greater.
Push and pull
Love and hate
How is this
My forever mate
Close and far
Pity and war
Why is it always
An ending with a scar.
Ups and downs.
Depression and joy
Oh why do I miss
Being with that boy
Human nature
Wish we were greater
Why don't we begin
Appreciate what's within.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC