Ode to Proletarian Worker

In the sea of unknown faces

Rain drops jazz

With New York lights

And puddles

The wealthy and the busy

Tap their echoing shoes

Lost somewhere in this Dream

It seems like the only one who still knows the way

Is the proletarian worker

Grounded by the hardships of this city life

As he sees the homeless brothers and sisters

He asks,

“Are you guys doing alright?”

“Do you have any garbage I can take for you?”

Oh the Universe explodes in joy – yes that is what I searched all along!

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I don’t know about filial piety

So I was working in my parent’s Chinese restaurant and this stream of words came to my mind and I typed it up and blogged about it…

 

 

I don’t know about filial piety

And I’ve been ungrateful to parents

 

I don’t know about filial piety

And I’ve caused much suffering to parents

Which in turn propelled back to me

 

Blind

I tried to be a filial son

Without knowing what is filial piety

 

 

One year later

I still don’t know about filial piety

But I know of bondage

 

No, I don’t know about filial piety

But I know of attachment

Attachment to parents

To their material wealth and comfort

 

Not knowing about filial piety

I’ve exploited fellow brothers and sisters

In order to maintain wealth and status

For the family

 

Ignorant about filial piety

I fixated my sleepy eyes to external wealth

And I’ve tried suppressing

All my inner dreams and desires

In order to be filial to parents

 

The heart giggles like a child

Seeing the mind searching

 

What is filial piety?

I’ve tried searching around

I’ve read through the 24 Paragons of Filial Piety

Tears flowed through my eyes

I’ve stumbled upon the Tale of the Filial Parrot

And flew all the way to Mount Putuo

Ending in Mount Wutai

Searching for Compassion and Wisdom

After a long climb up

Flowers blossomed

Swallows flew in circles

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And the four golden letters ingrained in the wall

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感恩  Gratefulness

惜福 To cherish one’s fortune

A wise teacher

Once taught me

How love is like a ladder first parents then society

And Love, expansive Love!

What is filial piety without love?

 

Filial piety without love

Is like pig-like patriarchy masked  with make-up and lipstick to fool foolish children

 

Hahaha

The childish heart giggles

 

I still don’t know about filial piety

But I know of patriarchy

I’ve experienced it

I am slowly becoming enveloped by it

As the eldest son of a immigrant Chinese family

Patriarchy!

Sense of duty!

Obligation and morality!

Male breadwinner

Women in the house

Marrying and having babies

And aging and dying

 

Hahaha

The childish heart giggles

 

Down with patriarchy!

Oh Heart break open from your cage

Fill yourself with Love

And gratefulness

And change and Revolution!

 

Love your parents with all its contradictions

And climb up that ladder of Love

And towards…Death

 

Hahaha

The childish heart giggles

Listen ungrateful child

In dedication to the cuckoo who taught gratefulness,

.

Oh ungrateful child

You are a tough one

To conquer

See my sword of wisdom

I shall slash you into little little pieces

.

Go cry for your mother and father!

That little pain you have in your

Back, neck and head

For just working a few hours in the restaurant

That is nothing compared to the twenty years of work
That they endured to send you to school,

College and roaming around the world

You think that you deserve better

With your college educated skills

But can those feed and sustain you?

As of now you are alive

Because of the restaurant

You say you want to change the system

Benefit the workers

But you, privileged one

Leave work before the shift ends

Hypocrite

You say you want

To become a writer

Then write

About the contradictions in your life

You ungrateful child

No, life is not that easy

Not at all

This restaurant of yours

Was not easy to build

Can you hear that vicious laughter and mockery

Your parents received

When they had to beg and borrow money?

“You crazy fools!

It will never succeed!”

The ‘shit’ they had to take from

Relatives, ‘friends’ and customers

Would make you weep for days and days

Oh if you heard those stories

Aren’t you protected from the sorrows of the world?

And you are still ungrateful for it?

Change your ways before it’s too late

Redeem your sins and negative karma

Ungrateful fool!

Your reality was projected to you

In order for you to transcend it

Fill your heart with Gratefulness and Love

And you shall overcome it

Yes if you listen and do so

Those encaging walls shall crumble

Those snakes shall be wiped away

Love, teamwork and cooperation

Shall arise

And indeed the world will change!

Change your ways before it’s too late my friend

Listen to my words, ungrateful child

Lisboa, Minha Amada

Dei uma grande volta

E estou de volta a ti

Lisboa,

Minha amada,

Mulher difícil tu és

Mas eu te amo como és

Aceitas-me de volta?

.

Abres-me a porta

Para o teu coração

Minha amada

Acolhes o cansado pássaro na tua mão

Por favor

Não me encarceres outra vez

Nessa tua gaiola dourada

Em que estive prisioneiro

Durante dias, meses e anos…

Sofri e sofri muito

De solidão,

Discriminação,

Um dia me davas atenção

Noutro soltavas uma gargalhada macabra

Na sombra do Outro vivia

Nessa gaiola tua

Sim deste-me comida, casa e sustento

Mas a Luz não chegava aí dentro…

.

Por isso quando vi a gaiola aberta

Escapei

Seguindo o canto de um cuco viajante

Atravessei mares, rios e vales

E cheguei a conhecer as tuas Irmãs

Falei sobre ti

Minha amada

És amada e odiada ao mesmo tempo

Pelo sofrimento que causaste

 Ao mundo

.

Sou pássaro Livre agora

Como as nuvens dançantes no Céu

Por favor

Não me encarceres

Nessa tua gaiola dourada

Minha amada não,

Respeita-me como sou

E eu conto-te as minhas viagens

Te cantarei o que eu sinto por ti

Mas quando for tempo

Voarei para os quatro cantos do Mundo

.

Aceita a minha Liberdade

Minha amada,

E juntos podemos ser felizes

Até essa próxima jornada

.

Esta é a vida de viajante

Escolhi e não escolhi

Desculpa

Mas eu aceito o que me foi dado

E tento fazer o melhor dele

Perdoa-me por não estar sempre para Ti

Mas no meu coração você está

Aí nesse altar secreto

Jaz o meu Amor por si

.

Lisboa

Cidade amada

Vestida de cores

Bronzeada do Sol

És caprichosa como a Lua

Teimosa como a maré

Vais e vens,

Em tristeza de fadista

Às vezes

És tímida,

Escondida por detrás das tuas

Irmãs europeias

Mas não tens nada a menos que elas

Só a mais…

Mas não fiques demasiada convencida

Amor

Tens de ter cuidado com essa tua atitude de superior

Sabes que ainda magoas as tuas Irmãs

Do Brasil, Angola, Moçambique, Cabo-Verde, Guiné, Guiné-Bissau,  São Tomé e Príncipe…

Por favor não continues com este

Ciclo vicioso

Colonial

Desconstrói a tua história

Memórias do passado

Sim tu e eu estamos manchados de sangue

Sofrimento que vamos levando

Vidas e vidas

Nos nossos barcos imundos

Até atravessar o tortuoso Oceano

Sim talvez devagarinho

Chegaremos lá,

Minha amada

Com Amor e Compaixão

Chegaremos lá sim

Eu acredito em si

Na sua humilde força

Um dia lá em cima estaremos

No altar do Mundo

Brilhantes como uma constelação

Tu e eu

Lado a lado

.

Com amor,

O teu pássaro viajante