Directory of Destines
By
Changing Yuan
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
- January
- February
- March
- April
- May
- June
- July
- August
- September
- October
- November
- December
- Monday
- Tuesday
- Wednesday
- Thursday
- Friday
- Saturday
- Sunday
- North
- South
- Centre
- West
- East
- A
- B
- C
- D
- E
- F
- G
- H
- I
- J
- K
- L
- M
- N
- O
- P
- Q
- R
- S
- T
- U
- V
- W
- X
- Y
- Z
- 0
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- Red
- Black
- Yellow
- Blue
- Orange
- White
- Green
- Grey
- Violet
- ?
- …
- Etc
- Synesthesia
- Metaphor
- Simile
- Hyperbole
- Anthropomorphism
- Metonymy
- Oxymoron
- Point of View
January
Standing alone
At this coldest spot of the doorway
You pause, wondering which door to
Knock at, which to
Push or pull
So you can go inside
A warm room where you know
You cannot stay for the whole year
Nor would you come out of the same door
But which to enter:
The narrow door with a wide exit
Or the wide one with a narrow exit?
February
Rolling, flowing, dripping
From the palest memories of last year
The melting snow stops moving
But hung everywhere
Like crystals
Against the freezing fits of frantic winds
With the moon always broken
In this shortest month of the pearl
No love can be purified
No couple can enjoy a full honeymoon
March
At this true, truer outset of the year
When the world finally awakens
From its prolonged white hibernation
When we can march forward like soldiers
With the steadiest steps
Every life can now
Give a morning kiss
To earth, to the landscape
Without mask or cosmetics
April
All plants beginning to burgeon
Open their hands and hearts widely
To draw inspirations
From the season
To play with spring spirits
While the ghosts of those doomed to die
Within the year are stalking behind us
Some to the church
Some to the mind
Others to the corners of night
May
Seeds of hope, seeds of love
Deeply planted since last winter
In the fertility of
Dreams, expectations
All come into blossom
In every heart beating against sunlight
On every face beaming with smile
At every twig reaching into the sky
Just when leaves grow fullest, freshest
Before they begin to fade, or fail
June
Come, come to the open fields
Let’s embrace most daylight
Of the whole year
In this northern hemisphere
Where we can stay young, younger
Enjoying our honeymoon
With the sun, with light
With warmth
Instead of cold darkness
That is dominating the other
Half of the world
July
Dogs are making human history (right)
When humans deal with dog days (right)
When the sullen, sultry sky witnesses:
Fraud, fervor, frenzy -- yes
It is our inner heat that has been
Warming the whole atmosphere
Like Julius’s inflated heart
August
With stone fruits
Like plums, apricots, preaches
Ripening rapidly
In this month of the sickle
It is high time to cut open
The secrets of sunlight
In their hardened hearts
Wrapped with the fleshiest
The juiciest season
September
In the open fields
Nothing, not even a wish is left
Except bare stems
Deep holes, bald twigs
But behind each closed door
Is a cozy room
private or public, full of
Colored fruits, plump seeds
And overflowing minds
As if all ready for
the new school
of thought
October
Burning, blooming
Like spring flowers
All tree leaves
Giggle, guffawing
With the west wind
In their fierce defiance
Against the elegy of the land
Recited aloud
In blood-throated voices
November
Most monotonous month:
Each passing day is depressed
Into a crow, its wings
Its body and tails
Newly glazed in the mists
Of thick dusk
Though its heart still
Lingers in the memory of
Summer’s orange morning glows
December
As the sun sinks deeper every day
Into the other side of the world
The shadow is getting longer, darker
Making our lives slant more and more
Towards night, when nature
Tries to balance yin and yang
By covering each dark corner
With white snowflakes
Ever so softly, quietly
As each twig frowns hard at twilight
Why not give it smile and thus
Book a space in heaven?
Monday
-Monday’s child is
fair of face
Beginning of endless beginnings
When we start running between
Sun shine and electric light, caring
No more about the moon on moon’s day
Tuesday
-Tuesday’s child is
full of grace
Under Tiw’s rule, every law is
Established to stage war upon
The unlucky, who keep setting
Fires to avoid miss fortunes
Wednesday
-Wednesday’s child
is full of woe
Right in the middle of laboring
Even god of mercury turns green
As it persists in fasting
Far beyond the hump
Thursday
-Thursday’s child
has far to go
God of thunder, man of wonder
We will continue despite hunger
Until we cannot go any farther
Or uphold our spirits together
Friday
-Friday’s child is loving
and giving
POETS day, TGIF, Day of Venus
Unlucky for those trying to catch
A few fish in the open sea, but lucky
For whoever is swimming ashore
Saturday
-Saturday’s child
works hard for a living
Though confined to their earthy coffins
All vampires are eager to go hunting
Both within the nightmares of mad dogs
And outside the shrinking orbit of Saturn
Sunday
-
The child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, and good and
gay.
East or west
All for a rest
When wanderers doze off in the sky
Meditators wake up to a distant cry
North
after the storm
all dust hung up
in the crowded air
with his human face
frozen into a dot of dust
and a rising speckle of dust
melted into his face
to avoid this cold climate
of his antarctic dream
he relocated his naked soul
at the dawn of summer
South
like a raindrop
on a small lotus leaf
unable to find the spot
to settle itself down
in an early autumn shower
my little canoe drifts around
near the horizon
beyond the bare bay
Center
deep from the thick forest
a bird’s call echoes
from ring to ring
within each tree
hardly perceivable
before it suddenly
dies off into the closet
of a noisy human mind
West
not unlike a giddy goat
wandering among the ruins
of a long lost civilization
you keep searching
in the central park
a way out of the tall weeds
as nature makes new york
into a mummy blue
East
in her beehive-like room
so small that a yawning stretch
would readily awaken
the whole apartment building
she draws a picture on the wall
of a tremendous tree
that keeps growing
until it shoots up
from the cemented roof
A
As the first born to the Semitic family
A was originally a picture of an alef or ox, the
Agricultural energy that was rotated twice until
Alpha loomed up in the Greek psychoscape even before
Adam became the chosen father of all Europeans close to
Athens, where Apollo had acupunctured wisdom and knowledge
into
Aristotle, the intellectual ancestor of modern man, who inspired
Alexander to make the first effort of globalization, which
did not reach East
Asia, the land of Ah Q’s, the largest hotel for
All travelers until centuries later, but it is
Atomic bombs that will blow up all our pasts and send us
through
America to a higher civilization, where the drop of an
Apple is to enable us to fly to the other side of the
universe
Along the cosmic string as
Africa, the heart of human darkness
Awaits for Buddha, Jesus, Allah or
An other unknown author to come and rotate for the third
time
A scarlet letter of
A
B
boy, boy! britain begins beating brazil badly behind belrus'
back, because bipedal britons believe brazilians behave better before boys
become barbaric; beyond blue borders, bill's big bully boss blatantly breaks bounds
by betraying blood-bound brotherhood, but bill's best biographer belies books
braving bellicose breeds between balanced buoyancies.
beach birds besides boulders beget babies below beautiful
bushes...
C
a Phoenician throw-stick
held high in his right hand
the Egyptian basket
lying far beyond his reach
what was, what is
the Chinese peasant
trying to do
in his story?
D
it is
neither a
door
nor a delta
it is nothing, anything
but a
hand
trying desperately
to open the
door to the delta
when every
reed bows down deeply
E
born to be a double reed
that can be bent
into a long vowel
the most frequently used letter
in english, echoing
endlessly
in silences
if pulled down, it offers two doors
one leading to Soul via will, the other
to Him
via wisdom; if turned up right
it forms a mountain with three peaks
like three holy swords, pointing high
one against the sun
one against the moon
one against the sky
Facing
always towards the east, it embraces
existence, equality, eternity, emancipation...
F
as in fragrant flowers
that keep flirting with sunlight
on a French afternoon
forwarded to the future
will be a foiled fairytale
about France, as it tries to
catch a deformed viper
with an ancient hook
G
Gives us
all the glories of
God, Godot,
the gorilla
Amidst the
gamers, constantly
Reminding
us of George
Germany,
the G-spot,
GPA, or GDP
H
inspired by a fence in hell
you were invented long ago
to connect
every human
for a tall ladder
of hope
that we can stand high
against the blue
horizon
like the Babel Tower growing to reach Him
where I can
find a home in the fame hall
where I can
settle my soul in
heaven
I
To begin with
The hieroglyphical origin of
My identity was simply no body
But a common reed
Bowing its head to the rising sun
On the barren bank of the Nile
Slim, tall, hollow-hearted
Standing against tropical heat
Until one day 'I' was used
As a human symbol, an open vowel
Referring to the speaker
And since then I have become
One of the most frequently spelt letters
In the linguistic order of the day
Always capitalized
To embody my dignity
Though I am nothing
But a common reed
That could have been made into a flute
J
a small cobra coiled
in a big pyramid's shape
always read to bite
just like Japan
just like Justice
K
an other
basket
you hold
anything having a shape
but sand or
water
* *
for all
your knighthood
you keep
quiet before knowledge
but never
the king
L
with an
open angle
you
embraces all legends
about light
and lions
M
despite
your body
as imposing
as a massive mountain
you have a
mindset
hidden
deeply
in the
wisdom of a little owl
in the
plasticities of a drop
of water
N
No, nobody
knows this
But you are
really no more
Or no less
than the old
Egyptian
metonymy of
A stream,
river, lake, sea or
Even an
entire ocean, where
There is
always water , where
There are
always fish
Rather than
a synecdochic Z
Pushed
straight upright
On the bank
of the Euphrates
O
a rope loop propped
up with hope
to lasso words running amuck
a mouth reshaped, repositioned
to pronounce the roundest vowel
P
not really a
stoop
but a flag fluttering
there
followed by
pi rates
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