Sending Questions to Myself
I had an imaginary conversation
With a teacher
I let the conversation boil
And took it off the stove
To cool down
I saw I do not need this food
Any more
My soup is ready
Between the milky-way
And Andromeda
I wrote a letter this morning
And forgot to send it
The small waves
On the surface of the ocean
Carried the message for me
As far as it was needed
My friends are listening
Everywhere
They smiled
They flip flopped
They sent the message back to me
With the wind
Next time when I write
I’ll take the letter out myself
And put it carefully
In my own mailbox.
I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator. I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen from Taiwan. For twelve years I was in a process of deepening my meditation. I had many more experiences and insights and my life changed. After having illustrated more than 40 children’s books and writing two of them, I left this career too and went to New York University to study art therapy.
