I have been waiting here,
On the top of the Mount Everest
For a thousand years.
My hair starts falling,
My teeth are frozen
My feet become the roots,
The snow-white roots of a pine tree
growing crazily
underneath the 8850 meters’ mountain
It snowed for the first 100 years;
The blizzard covered time and space
I stopped weeping
I had nothing but waiting.
Waiting is beginning of my aging.
I lost my beauty, including
my black silk hair, my golden silk skin
I lost them all.
I lost myself from the previous life and the life after
just for a wish, a wish never change
You don’t know, you don’t see, you don’t feel
I’m here,
Standing as a Greek Sculpture,
solid, old, fragile
You don’t know,
You probably never know
I’m walking
down the hill of the tulips,
smiling at you,
with the tears of angel.
You don’t know,
You probably never know.
42 tears falling through my body, 42 wishes, 42 dreams
42 snowflakes, floating,
in the dark of silence.
42 times of raining, 42 years old man walking
in the opposite direction.
42 years walking through my finger
42 lives standing over my shoulder
A fire bird coming from paradise to say hi
My fingertip suddenly grows to light
I see you, a genius with the soul of snow
I see you, a permanent voice standing over my roof
I see you walking on the Everest
with tears falling down on my
Fingertip.
I close my eyes,
I walk like a goddess, dimly ,
disappear, just for you.
disappear cause I love.
42 tears went through my body permanently,
I have been waiting for you,
for a thousand years.
My heart is beating, my mind is burning
One vibration, one dream, one name…
Time passing by silently,
I’m still here, waiting, seizing …
The sun lost its sight
The avalanche blinded my vision
My lips became the lightning
Longing for you is no longer a language
I’m waiting, at the same position
The whole universe started crying
Another 500 years passing.
The stars slowly falling
with the speed of lighting
to the deepest part of my heart,
like hailstone, like emerald,
like diamond and pearl
from Galaxy,
from the brightest part of your eye
from the silky blue sky,
with a wish, a wish I’ve been longing since last century…
(With the ancient color and luster…baby )
I have been waiting for you,
for a thousand years.
but I haven’t seen a trace,
a little trace about your face, about
the way you walk towards me, intangibly.
My body is full of your image
I lost my own identity
only my eyes are still full of tears,
floating into floods
frozen into glaciers,
10000 feet to infinity
beyond my imagination.
The first 500 years.
I standing up here, don’t move,
My hair become fossil
My skin dries like flame
No more water drop, no more moisture with crystal color.
no more fog, no more air… no more
like the veins of leaves, stop flowing
A bird flying over my shoulder,
He laughed me like a monster,
It was not you, so I kept waiting,
Another 500 years I did not move one inch.
I bear my own pain,
I lost my arms as well,
they grew up to the sky,
as part of the pine tree,
baby,
the snow falling four seasons, I was looking for
your shadow,
I was looking for you, a beautiful stranger with a
soul of snow
but finally you did not come, you did not see my smiled heart with tears,
I became a fossil, a primitive fossil
someone finally picked it up, and that was not
You.
He looked at it with tears,
He looked at me with the face of faith,
(He must be touched I think.)
Finally
he donated it to a museum,
a beautiful fossil with the mark of love
Everyday, a lot people came, to watch me, then they leave,
a lot people, a lot couples, I was looking for your
shadow, but I did not see
a breath… a slight breath of an atom
a light of particle,
I did not see, the invisible soul with the purity of gold.
day by day, year by year, each moment,
I was looking for you,
in the crowd of cold and fragile,
each moment I take a heavy breath
each moment
It was like a century
each moment passing like lightning.
but I don’t sigh
I will always recognize you,
even though you disguised,
even though you already reincarnated into
something else,
but the smell, the energy, the info about you
is
the same,
I can still tell, I can tell right way if you
showed up
right in front of this fossil,
with the most joy and ecstasy,
I will let the last drop of my tear fall cause
you
arrived
But that never happened.
I lived in the museum for another 1000 years
finally the museum became a giant crystal stone
and I was part of it… I remember, remember you… with the soul of snow. that was long time ago, the snow, the peak, the mountain, the Everest
the Everest is still here, the time vanished
I’m still here,
time don’t cease , that’s us, we are ceasing and aging
but not me, not this heart, this soul, this mind, this dream.
every single second I reborn baby
arising from the ashes, just like the phoenix,
with the eternity, stay in the center of the solar system
they don’t die, I don’t die, even after I become a fossil, I still arise from my
ashes,
just to see you, to look for you, one more time, cause
time
don’t cease, neither do we, we are the sun of god, the one and only pair eggs from the fire,
we become the prehistory eggs of phoenix, arising again, again, from the
last light year, we arise, with victory, with prosperity,
I called it Feng Huang---the one and Only pair living
in the womb of the fire
I remember, remember the second 500 years of Everest
disaster come from all over the universe, from eight direction and six dimension
the ice age is coming.
snowslide falling down
from the mountain
at the speed I can never imagine
my back injured, also
my neck,
but my feet are still standing, at the same position
Himalayan becomes the age of heaven.
Hurricane whipping my skin,
My blood floating like flood,
Covered the whole universe, including Everest,
Millions of millions azaleas blossom at the same time
Crazily, wildly, hysterically, blood red,
a color you have never seen.
(What did you see my darling…? in the flaming red petals…
If you couldn’t see, just listen; listen to the heart of the mountain!)
They want you know
I’m here, waiting for you
for a promise has been lost for a thousand years,
for a wish, a faith ,
a man I have never seen
for a star lost its own identity.
for my own destiny and mission
(perseverance ? sacrifice?
or both
or a mind of goddess)
My blood blossom, for you,
just for you.
So that you can look back,
So I can see a slightly trace
of your beautiful face, carved with
faith
Another 500 years passing
by my feet
I heard nothing but blizzard
They took my bones.
My pulse stops beating
My blood stops flowing.
My lips grow to leaves and branches.
My ancient face starts blooming
The first revolution was ending.
Skyline and horizon disappear at the same time.
Like oxygen already a legend can’t be reaching.
Then the 8th of the 100 years came
The sun suddenly dazzling as the fire of heaven
All the clouds started burning
The strong white light with elevation,
Dry, less oxygen,
devours every piece of snow,
every drop of my hope.
My throat can ONLY remember one name,
And that is YOU
All the rains and snows gathered
at the center of the equator
all the light and heat started weeping, with
high energy, for a girl from China,
for a soul with strength and fragility.
Everest is in drought,
all the glaciers start melting,
I tasted it,
(before they evaporated)
it was salty, so salty
( Darling, you know what it is)
All the glaciers dissolved to air,
with the boiling hot temperature.
every corner is written with your name,
Like the star in the dark blue sky,
Infinite and everlasting,
I am still waiting,
in the peace of the mind
in the center of the universe
in the wet-hot air, I still smile.
The smile could change the whole universe,
The eternal sunshine enlightening the
dark inside of your eye
There is something never changes,
There is something called faith.
Firing, like the Equator
Has the most touching enthusiasm
I’ve listened the silence of the day and night
I am still standing, at the same position.
the moon and the sun
in the dark for another 100 years.
I’m already a prehistoric fossil, with 800 years history
In the 9th of the 100 years,
My whole body grows to a tree,
An ancient pine tree with the arms to the sky,
with the feet to the core of the earth.
My whole body’s twining with the crawling plants for a century.
My lonely bones are hundreds of hundreds years of integrity
No one can change my eternity.
I’m waiting for you here,
On the top of the Mount Everest
For a thousand years.
My root stopped growing,
The branches and leaves are already luxuriant
My commitment is finished
as the pine tree of the century.
But I can’t forget why I am here at first place.
Why I am still not happy
Why I still feel missing?
Why am I still lonely?
My love and my holy heart
This is the decision I made,
This is the path I chose
I will always be waiting for you here
With the same position
For the same reason,
For another thousand years if that’s the way
It is.
I’ve seen unlimited days and nights
Infinite seconds and minutes.
The unchanged sky
The snow-white sunshine.
I know every star’s home, I’ve seen the
Sunset and sunrise at the 8850 meters high
How they born and how they die
I already have no tears.
The red clouds flaming on the top of the Everest
My root continue growing underneath
at the speed of light,
No one can see,
But you, no one knows, but YOU.
I am still waiting, the 10th 100 years is coming.
My posture is still the same
No one can change the way it stands
A flock of eagles start weeping
You may laugh at me baby.
A thousand years passed.
You finally arrived;
With my imagination, with my withered heart,
on this wasted land,
I’m nervous, also afraid,
with nothing but a wish, a thousand years old wish
My eyes finally have the tears again
That’s the flowing veins in the body of the pine tree.
A thousand years passed,
You finally appeared,
But when you came, it was just like a second
It seemed never real
Everest still has the snow-white skin and muscle.
I waited for you here, for a thousand years,
Darling,
My look has been old, so old
I lost my beauty,
Including my ancient face, and my arms, I
can’t even give you a hug.
but something’s still beating.
fresh red, like Girard azalea,
still burning, still
blazing, flaming
underneath the primitive stone
, in the snow.
( If I choose, I can let it fire the whole mountains of the azaleas... )
Darling,
Maybe when you see me, you probably don’t recognize
remember, just remember,
when you’re about to turn around
listen, listen carefully
inside the pine tree,
there is something still beating;
that is my heart, my ancient heart,
it has been beating for
You, for a thousand years
Then, if you want
You can still turn around
But you see
You will see
one drop of tear,
falling down, falling down, slowly
to the ground,
to the snow
so clear
that’s the last blood of my heart
---( and it will never dry by the wind…)
Darling,
I have been waiting for you here
On the top of the Mount Everest, for
A thousand years.
