I am a citizen of myself

Wangshu Xiang

Present
No direction of the mind
Failing to comprehend meaning
I become mad at my inability
But the labyrinth is here
for me to find myself
I am the virtue

Past
The kettle is screaming
I smell the aroma
of the green leaves in my Gaiwan
It’s the flavor of the earth and the mountain
It’s the nostalgia of home
I pour the water in my Gaiwan
I smell again
It turns out to be the flavor of my dream

Future
Standing on a hill
I overlook myself
The past me full of fear and anxiety
I digest my emotions into my belly
I overlook the valley beyond
Veni, Vidi, Vici!