QIXI

Qixi

 

It's a wonderful night,

The world is full of love.

People loving in Qixi,

People laughing in birthdays,

People indulging in marriages,

People encountering on the moon,

This should be the night,

the night etches indelibly.

 

Through the smoke in the air,

I can see,

the annual tryst is happening now.

the cowherd,

who is shaping a tree on the moon,

intently, persistently,

and the weaver,

who is departing on the magpies bridge connecting to the moon,

are whispering unvaguely.

there is no patriarch up there,

no endorsement, no criticizing,

Just putting love first.

 

The tree is never shaped,

for it's unshapable,

yet the faith,

has been backing the cowherd for years,

day after day, decade after decade,

to craft the most delicate gift in the world,

till the stars never shine,

so delicate,

delicate that he doesn't even dare to hash,

only not to destroy the natural patterns,

for then,

the tree of love,

will integrate the happy sweat,

and the growth rings witnessing the craftwork.

 

Durable connection lasts forever,

Without talking days and nights.

Right?

 

2017.07.07 (Chinese lunar month calendar)

Back in Osnabrueck after Milan, the wonderful city. integrating stories of Qixi and Wugang.

Done