30. Strangers
Are we all passing through life
as unique symbols, unable
to be connected?
Or, do we feel the connection
with each others, even
with the remotest
strangers?
Oh, strangers ---
tanned by oriental Sun
come along
with reversed colors tone
attract our deepest
intimacy
with mighty
charm ---
yes, we
do
belong
We are all strangers passing through life as unique symbols, unable to connect with some and connecting well with others. Wonderful poem and it really fits the painting!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem! I am so happy to read your beautiful art!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anna Karin!
ReplyDeletewondrous piece, thanks for the light and wisdom.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, yunyi. Not an easy painting to put words to. I love the last lines of the poem where you invite the unknown, the stranger, into your life. By the way, have you visited sprigblossom's blog lately? She just posted a new poem, which is also wonderful.
ReplyDeleteYour poem definitely reflects the feeling I get from this painting. We might be strangers at the macroscopic level, but microscopically, there's not much separating us from one another.
ReplyDeletepowerful ending.
ReplyDeletetruthful words.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for commenting!
ReplyDeletestrangers could become friends, friends could turn cold and become enemies.
ReplyDelete@Alissa, that's also true.
ReplyDeleteWe all seem like strangers sometimes, but when disasters hit, we become one. Loved the painting too.
ReplyDeleteRPD, thats' true! Thanks!
ReplyDeletestrangers could become friends, or close members.
ReplyDeletewe never know,
lovely inspirations of words.
Thank you for a wonderful stop and read.
ReplyDeleteZQ
@IDP & rkgaron,
ReplyDeleteThanks!
love the message in it.
ReplyDeletethanks Justin Penter Wood.
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